dear deer dearest,

today i mustered up enough courage to ask you over to my house.

you being the nice person you are, said yes with a smile.

when we got off the bus, we ran all the way home with taunting "rotten eggs." it felt like we were young. it really did.

when we got to the house we ran up the stairs, away from my baffled mum. i needed to go to the bathroom so i told you to wait in my room.

once i finished my business in the lady's i found you on my bed, looking down at a journal.

i don't know why i didn't know what it was sooner. you looked up at me, your opaquely blue eyes pleading.

"it's addressed to me," you said, your voice not as strong as i'd imagine it to be. "can i read it?"

i looked at you, practically begging, or as close to begging as i had ever seen you. "maybe when we're ready."

"when i'm ready or you're ready?" i could tell this was just your curiosity talking, because you had already put your book down on the bed next to you.

"when we're both ready," i said, not quite making your eyes.

"okay," you said.

you stood up from the bed and took a step towards me.

next thing we both knew you were hugging me.

with all the love in the world,

the girl with a broken heart