A Letter
Dear YOU.
I miss you.
HAVE NOT SEEN YOU SINCE SUNDAY. HAVE NOT SEEN YOUR SMILE, NOR HEARD YOUR LAUGH. Have not seen your gorgeous eyes.
I didn't want anyone else to play our game. It's our game. I mean, she's my best friend and I'm glad you told her...but I liked that it was something that was ours alone. Oh well. Glad I got to share tonight's sunset with you. 9.5/10, one for the record books.
I'll see you friday at standloud and at the football game. I don't expect you to notice me. I'll probably hangout with Julia, Moriah and DJ at standloud. I'll probably hang with Adam at the game, even though you don't like it when I do. That's another thing. I know I get jealous when you talk to other girls, but I don't show it. I just internally torture myself. You wad up your face and look disgusted when I even talk about another guy. It's cute, but I'm not yours, neither are you mine. We belong to God, not each other. Please to be accepting.
Looking forward to homecoming. I'm buying the bag and acessories tomorrow, and that'll be the last of it. We're going to match...your mom will be happy. I'm going to get my makeup done to conceal my acne which makes me feel insecure around you. Please shave your beard. :)
Please, please...at homecoming, don't go on and on about how the other girls look so pretty, or how beautiful their dresses are. It reawakens my inferiority. I don't think I'm skinny, I don't think I'm pretty, and I don't think my dress is the best. Please don't shatter my mask, I work really hard to keep it up every day. When we were at your house and you told me how beautiful Blair looked in her dress, I wanted to go home and throw up. And the way you went on and on about how beautiful she was made me want to go buy more expensive makeup to cover up my ugly nose, huge eyebrows and acne covered t-zone.
Bleh, I'm sorry. I worry all day about you, and if you're okay. What you said on friday made me cry myself sick. "I want to get out of this damn town". If you left, 90% of my happiness would leave with you. Truly and honestly, you're one of the few friends that actually gives a flying fart in space about me.
I'm sorry for being a bitter person. I'm sorry for being selfish. I'm sorry for being weird.
Please, have a good day. Congratulations on getting Dimitrius in the school play.
Your friend,
Darcy.
ps. i like you.
I feel loads better, haha.