63 days ago
Dear D,
You need to get in one thing in that smart brain of yours that IT HURTS ME MORE TO HURT YOU.
So in order to not hurt me, please don't try to talk to me.
Don't you know how much I actually want to talk to you.
I know, I probably sound like a girl, but my heart skips a beat when you call my name.
Just so sweetly extending on the 'Y' of Jeremy, when you were happy.
And you were kind of happy today, until you called my name.
Never in my life would I have thought of shouting at you like that.
Okay, wait, whom am I lying to even? Yes, I have shouted on you before but things were different then.
It broke me when I saw those tears flow down your eyes as you stared flabbergasted at me.
I wanted to kill myself when I saw your tears. I wanted to hug you. I wanted to kiss you and then I also wanted you to stab a dagger into my heart. It was all mixed feelings.
But I had to be strong. For you, I had to be strong.
I went to the restroom later and punched the walls till my knuckles started to bleed. Alan saw it and I had to confess it to him.
I am sorry for teaching you this the hard way, but it's high time you need to be over me.
Love,
Jeremy.