Letters

by gayforthewindyboy

Dave and John were in love. They were a great couple, always seen smiling. Out of the blue, John breaks it off, and Dave takes to writing out his feelings instead.

.April 11th

You broke up with me three days ago. I haven't been able to feel much. I've been numb. I didn't expect this to happen.

6 days. 6 days before one whole year. What did I do wrong? Was I not enough? Is there someone better? Please tell me,

I'm so confused. I thought we were okay, I thought we were good. I guess I was wrong. You didn't think so, or maybe

you just didn't love me like you said you did. It hurts, it really hurts. You promised me your future, and then you took

back your promise. I honestly believed you loved me. Was it a lie? I feel like it is. You knew I was crushing on you for a

while, and you've been crushing on me for about the same time. What happened? Why are you gone? Won't you come

back? Please come back, I need you. I told you, I can't do this without you. You're my best friend, I love you, I need you,

please come back to me.

Dave sat back and dropped his pencil next to the paper. He studied his writing, a tear trickling down his pale, freckled cheek. He reached over and opened a draw, shuffling around inside before he pulled out a envelope. He folded the piece of paper carefully and slid it inside the white envelope. He traced his tongue along where the sticky part would become before closing it, and the letter inside. He grabbed a felt-tip pen and slowly, carefully, scrawled "John" on the front of it. After writing a number 1 in the corner and circling it, he hid the letter in an old brown shoe box. He placed the shoe box under his bed before crawling under his covers, burying his face into his pillow to stifle his cries.