To James
Hey. The last time I wrote a letter on witty - to you even - was 75.9 days ago, according to the drafts list, anyway. I wrote in those last letters how I loved you, and how I hated the things you did, and the person you acted like. How things change. You just logged on, and I wasn't going to talk to you; like usual. I felt like I was being annoying, and you wouldn't reply anyway. You never do. I bet you don't feel like we're growing apart. But we have been. For 75.9 days. When was that? Two and a half months ago? Now it doesn't seem so long, does it? June, May - maybe. But I remembered I got two of my GCSE grades back yesterday, and you've always seemed to be interested in my learning. You always listen and remmeber these things I tell you about school because you know how scared I am of being there. I started typing. 'Jamesy, I got my GCS-' you logged off. Maybe it was because you saw my username pop up. I always think it's that. That was five minutes ago, and you haven't logged back on. I miss you, Jamesy. I miss you. I think I know why we grew distant. I loved you so much because I had no one else to feel that way about. I was all alone, and then, you were there; my hero. The only one to listen to me. To know me. And then, a few months ago, I told you about Faith and Izzy. They're my friends - enough of them, anyway. And you were really happy for me; I understand that. But I'm starting to think that you were happy because this meant I wouldn't have to speak to you so much.
From, TheGirlWithOneThousandLetters.