Dear Edmund:
I got over you once. I remember it.
It was winter break, and I had spent that whole time without you at all. Not even a glance in class or anything.
That holiday was fun, I don't remember every detail, but I remember it was fun. I didn't miss you Edmund.
I knew you were there, and I knew I would like to see you. But I didn't need you.
I enjoyed myself, and then the holidays were over. I felt accomplished almost, proud. I could finally stop the feeling of heartache every time I so much as looked at you.
Turned out that it was a false alarm. As soon as I saw you again, my heart stopped, and I had to cough softly to clear my throat. It was horrible.
I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.
And I didn't want to.
Goddammit.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
