Dear Wendolyne,

You asked me if I had a girlfriend, or if I was in love with anyone. You had shown up to practice to cheer us on with your Tiburones Rojos jersey with his name on it. How I wished you would wear one with my name on the back instead. But you were his, never mine, and my thoughts would have to remain just that. Thoughts. 

We talked on the bench during break time, while Gabriel joked around with the rest of the guys a few feet away, and you watched him every now and then, eyes full of love. Your argument with him was long forgotten, and on your face the smile returned.

When I told you I was single you were surprised.

I was hopeful for a moment that there might be a chance for us, and I was happy that you had taken an interest in me because I thought you fell in love with me too. My hopes came to a bitter halt when you told me you had a friend who would be a good match for me.

How could you think that anyone else could be a good match for me?

No one but you is better for me, Wendolyne.

My Wendolyne.

How is it possible that you can make me happy beyond belief one moment, and make me miserable the next?

Sincerely, Julio.

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that wendolyne is so oblivious. sigh. no long author's note today because im super tired. i just want the day to be over.

-clary xx