Dear you,                                                                                                                        December 8, 2013

                                                                                                                                            Love you still.

When I met you, that day, when I was feeling all alone and so...scared. You stopped. You stopped talking to your friends, just so you could come sit by me. And, just talk. I know, it was lame, the things I said. I know that I probably wasn't worth your time, I mean who would want to sit and talk with a loser like me, right? But when you came, and you sat next to me, it was like this huge mass of butterflies just came awake after years of sleeping and waiting. I couldn't stop smiling. Nothing, could wipe that smile off my face. Nothing.

You were the one who taught me how to love again. Who gave me a second chance. Who fixed my broken heart. I could never repay you for that, I know that. But I wanted to give you something. I felt like I owed you something, cuz' I guess I did. I owed you my heart. So, I gave it to you. Reluctantly of course, because it had been broken before, and it only just healed. i couldn't bear to have it broken again. I just couldn't. So I did what a normal person would. I held back, and watched the events unfold.

One mistake after another. Every one of them came back to me. Me. I was the cause of all your problems. I was the reason you were in pain. It was me all along, me. So, I did something. Something  that I knew I had to do. Something I just had to. I broke it off. Said we could just be friends. I wanted to make you happy, but I just ruined everything.

I'm so sorry. So so sorry, you have to know how sorry I am. I still love you. So much. Please, just, don;t hate me for forever. Please?

I love you,

               Nikki.