My first true love; My first true heartbreak.
Chapter 20
Days passed with him still around. Awkward, uncomfortable, and damn near unbearable. His gorgeous eyes stabbed me in what little heart I had left with every glance. He was leaving soon; I’d heard him say in the hallway as I dragged myself from one class to the other. I had to get over him. So I wrote him a note:
You taught me so much about life. I forgive you for what you did; because you deserve forgiveness. You need to be happy. Please do me a favor; live your life. You have some unresolved conflicts. Things you need to figure out and get off your chest before you can love yourself, or anyone else. But I want you to know, know this above all else, that if you ever decide I’m what you want, you can come back to me. Know that no one will ever love you the way I do. I love you Hunter. Never forget that. Please.
Truly and honestly yours, love Alexandria Pease. ♥
With that heart written, I folded the note, tied a thin red ribbon ( One I wore in my hair often because he’d always loved that ribbon in my hair) around it, opened his locker, and set the neatly folded paper on top of everything else. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, turned, and went back to class. I was far from feeling better; but now, at the very least, Hunter knew I loved him. Hunter Windham, a name that would haunt me forever.
You taught me so much about life. I forgive you for what you did; because you deserve forgiveness. You need to be happy. Please do me a favor; live your life. You have some unresolved conflicts. Things you need to figure out and get off your chest before you can love yourself, or anyone else. But I want you to know, know this above all else, that if you ever decide I’m what you want, you can come back to me. Know that no one will ever love you the way I do. I love you Hunter. Never forget that. Please.
Truly and honestly yours, love Alexandria Pease. ♥
With that heart written, I folded the note, tied a thin red ribbon ( One I wore in my hair often because he’d always loved that ribbon in my hair) around it, opened his locker, and set the neatly folded paper on top of everything else. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, turned, and went back to class. I was far from feeling better; but now, at the very least, Hunter knew I loved him. Hunter Windham, a name that would haunt me forever.