dear deer dearest,

today you talked to me.

it was stupid, something pertaining to our english paper, but i can't help but read into everything.

"do you think that jay actually loved daisy?" you asked.

i blinked at you for a few seconds, not sure if you were actually talking to me. "yes, in some respect, i really do. do you think that he loved her?"

you removed your eyes from the floor, seeming to gain some courage. "no, i don't think he did."

i laughed even though it hurt. it was just me taking everything personally. "i guess it may be a bit hard to do this paper then."

you surprised us both by speaking again. "why? we're doing the paper on daisy, and we never had a question whether or not she love him."

your eyes bore into me even after i lost all my bravery and looked away.

i'm sorry if you think i'm jay gasby and your daisy. i never meant to make you feel that way.

with all the love in the world,

the girl with the broken heart