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Letters to My Ex
2019-04-08 01:13:41 (UTC)

Dear Jacob

Dear Jacob,
If you’re reading this, you’re probably a bit confused. I’ve written to ex-boyfriends, exfriends... I just finished talking to you and we have plans to hang out tomorrow. How do you fit in with all of this? It’s because you might become an ex friend yourself. Because soon you might become so much more than a friend. And even though I talk to you every day and even though I am completely honest with you. There are still things that I’m too afraid to say.
Like how amazingly blue your eyes are. And how I’ve always found blue eyes and dark hair to be the best combination. How cute your dimples are. How I love your laugh, even though you’re usually laughing AT me and not always with me. How you appreciate my sarcasm and love my voice. You were in the hospital. I asked if there was anything you wanted and you told me to send you videos of me singing. You just wanted to hear my voice.
We’ve been best friends for seven or eight years and you have always been there for me. We could go weeks, months without talking and you were still there. And you never gave up hope. You had a crush on me pretty much since me met. And even after months of not seeing/talking to me... you never stopped liking me. And that’s huge. So many people leave. But not you.
When I was in Florida, I wrote a note on an index card every day so I could read them later. I still have most of them, and you were mentioned in so many of them. I thought about you all the time. I missed you so much. And you were there the day I got back. Literally that night you came over and played board games with me and my sister.
My entire family LOVES you (a bit too much honestly). And when David didn’t show up to the Jack and Jill, you did. You danced with me, played golf with me, and hung out with me. And I had so much fun. I was relieved when David didn’t show. Because I had more fun with you than I think I could have had with him. And my family just watched us. My aunts had gotten a little tipsy and were catcalling you but you just kept looking at me.
A few years ago, we were supposed to go on a date. I never told David that because we didn’t go. You were afraid of messing it up with me. And I hated you for a while. I thought there was something wrong with me. But I understand it now
There are a few types of girls. One type is the girl who guys want to be with for a fun time. A temporary girl while he tries to find himself. And two is the girl that a guy wants to settle down with. A girl that’s worth waiting for because you want to make it last. And a few other types. But I’m number two. Because David did the same thing. He told me no too. And then yes. And in part, I’m still mad at the both of you but I get it.
When I was at my old friend’s beach house we met a psychic named Mrs. Helen who stopped me in the street to tell me that she really wanted to read my future. She told me that I had this great aura or something. And maybe that’s what it is. Maybe the energy that I put out is something that guys don’t want to mess up. Something they want to hold onto. I don’t know if that even makes sense. Just a theory.
I knew from the second I met you that we had some sort of connection. Yes. Even then. You know what I’m talking about. I wanted to see you again. I called up my cousin (the one that introduced us) and we made plans to meet up again. We went to movies with friends and I tried so hard to hold your hand but I was so nervous. I felt like you were way too cute for me. That you would never like me now that you knew what I looked like.
But I was wrong. My sister told me what you said at her jack and Jill that I was the one. That you’d wait for me. That you knew it was meant to be and that I would figure it out. You told her that you loved me. And I guess that’s why I’m writing this letter. Because I think I might be falling in love with you too.




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