Us | Mirstie

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Dear Kirstie,

Remember when we broke up, all those years ago? When I told you I was gay and ran off with some boy I barely knew?

The truth is, when I broke up with you, I was afraid.

Afraid to tell you how much I loved you.

You were my everything when we got together. Our relationship was what a perfect relationship would be like.

That was, until I ended it all.

What I'm saying, is, Kirstie, I love you and I miss you. I miss you so much, it hurts. I want you back.

When Matt broke your heart, I was hurt too. How could anybody hurt a gorgeous, perfect girl?

When Jeremy left, I was there for you.

When we kissed that day, I felt something inside. Like, a spark, and a we were back.

When we were driving home just a week ago, me at the wheel, holding hands, I was happy.

Now you're gone, and it's my fault.

If I had been looking at the road.. If I had just seen that hungover driver racing straight toward us.. maybe you would still be here. It should've been me.

You didn't deserve to die, not so soon.

I miss you so much.

Wait for me, Shortcake.

- Mitch

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