A/N: All of the characters in this story are completley fictional. Although based on real emotion, lol. Please comment and vote! enjoy.
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Dear Andrew,
I can easily recall the first time you said the words "I love you" to me, it was in the second grade. Nicky O'ralley had dared you to do it but that didn't stop my small heart from fluttering. Later on in our early teens you had told me those three words once again and that time it was real. You made me so happy.
We've changed. Instead of being the boy with sun kissed hair and missing teeth you've become the man every woman wants. I've changed more than you have, I'm not out going and care free, instead I'm shy and busy with things you don't understand.
Nonetheless I'm writing this to you for reasons I find strange, what I want to say is; I've seen the way you look at the world. You tried to hide each and every aspect of your uniqueness and I hated you for that. Better yet, I despised you...but loved you all at once.
You don't talk to me anymore and I don't talk to you. Your love never existed but although I wish it did.
I can easily recall my first heart break, you had said the words "I don't love you anymore" but this time no one had dared you to do it.
What have you done to me Andrew, what have you done.
I miss you, I love you, I hate you, I hate myself...god I hate myself.
The way I'm acting is strange, I know. I don't usually notice the faces of my fellow students or the people I see walking down the street, but now...details seem so beautiful. Just loving you from afar has taught me to notice and live within the little details of life. I see red teary eyed girls walking down the street with shimmery dresses, I see small children admiring the sky, and I see you...the boy who is a puzzle.
You are my teacher, in a way. You've taught me so much, ironically you don't know it...but I wish you did. But how could I tell you? I'm so small and broken, and we both know broken girls can't have perfect boys.
I wish I wasn't broken like the dolls you see at flea markets, I wish I could have you but for now I will admire your beauty from afar and learn to fix myself.
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A/N: More to come! This will be edited soon!