1/21/11

Truth
By Katie


Jack,

I don’t know why I’m writing this to you, I really don’t know why. If Will saw this...it’d be over. I love Will, Jack. I love him and I don’t want to be with you.

But I think about you all the time. I don't know why. I think about kissing you all the time. I think about touching you and sex with you and love with you. I have dreams about you. And I sit in Ceramics class with you and I always want to be near you, and I always know where you are.

Maybe it’s just they way we talk to each other Jack. You know what I mean. That energy between us that makes it impossible for either of us to look at each other or form real sentences. It’s been like that for seven years now. And I know you liked me for so long Jack, I know you probably loved me, but when I chose Will instead of you did you stop? Do you still love me Jack? Do you still think about me? Like I do?

I am writing to you because I’ve never gotten over you Jack. Not since you told me you’d always care about me that one night on AIM, and not since I keep having dreams about kissing you. Not since the eighth grade when we sat next to each other in English and we talked and talked and talked and laughed and laughed and got in trouble everyday.

Remember that one time we got separated Jack? Mrs. Roberts moved us across the other side of the room. But we sneaked back to our old seats the next week and she never said anything. We came back to each other, you know?

God this is so bad. I love Will Jack. I don’t love you. But I want you so bad. I want your pointy nose and green eyes and your ears that stick out. But maybe just for a day. Just so I know what it’s like.

I’m an awful person. I hate myself for all of this. Don’t tell anyone I sent this to you.

Anna


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Katie is a senior in high school. She likes making sentences.