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LETTERS






Dear Lizzy,



I messed up. You have every right to hate me, and I wouldn't be surprised if you do. What I did wasn't fair and you're right, it was selfish and stupid. I betrayed your trust. I'll be sorry for the rest of my life, and you have no good reason to forgive me.

I want you to know that I don't see you as some bet or the coach's daughter. You're so much more than that to me even if it didn't seem like it. Everything I showed for you was real. I didn't want to do this bet, and I should've said no, but I didn't and I'm not blaming anyone but myself.

I did ask you to the party as a bet, but I regretted every part of it. Not spending time with you, but doing it because of a bet. When we danced together, that wasn't because of the bet, that was because I was actually falling for you.

That may be hard for you to believe, but it's true. I fell for you the minute we danced together when you wore that yellow dress and those black heels.

Everything I ever did with you or for you was real, please believe me, Lizzy. I want to regain your trust because I really do care about you more than I care about myself.

I just hope we could meet down the line after all of the time and give it an actual try. I can't promise you'll like it, but I will do anything for you to forgive me. Though I've tried, I can't pretend that I don't sit around and think about you.

I screw up a lot in my life, but the one thing that I didn't want to screw up with was you and I did. This is me trying to get you back. I can except failure, everyone fails at something. But I can't expect not trying, because you deserve all the trying in the world, Lizzy.

I've never felt feelings like the ones I feel for you. I'm going to regret writing this for the rest of my life because this means that this is over, and I don't want this to be over.

You brought me a joy no other person could ever give me at a time I needed it the most. I don't want this to be goodbye, but I made my own bed and I need to lie in it.

- Mitch




AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I STILL LOVE YOU, I PROMISE NOTHING HAPPENED IN THE WAY I WANTED EVERY CORNER OF THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED

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