dear wes,
i kissed him. it was weird and i almost tried taking it back, but it was...different. i don't know if i liked it or not.
it wasn't like with you. with you, everything was easy and natural. with him, i feel like i'm going a hundred miles per hour on a road i can't see. i feel like any minute now, we'll crash into a tree.
i don't want that to happen. i think i really do care about him. a lot. i can't tell, since i thought that you and i cared about each other, wes, and look how that ended up.
i'm so scared. is this love? i don't even know if what i felt with you was love. i don't think i would know love if it stared me in the face. because, if we loved each other, how did it fall apart so easily?
i don't want the same thing to happen to me and him. he's diving headfirst without a second thought or a regret, while i'm overthinking everything. and it's your fault.
how, you may ask?
if you didn't kill me the way you did, ripping my world out from underneath me, maybe i wouldn't be so paranoid. maybe i wouldn't feel the need to second guess every move i make. so thanks for that.
i wish i could hate you.
from,
luna.
YOU ARE READING
five seconds flat.
General Fictionin which luna writes letters she'll never send to her ex, wes, in hopes of getting over him. COMPLETED.
