Dear Cassidy,
There were so many times that all I could think about was kissing you.
You would talk to me and I imagined kissing you.
You would yell at me and I imagined kissing you.
I was pathetic. And so achingly obvious in my affections. I can see that now.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty so they say.
You told me again when we're were seniors in high school that you could like another girl.
And again I found hope.
By then I knew that I could never have you. But I still hoped.
I tried to forget you. I tried to transfer these feelings to another. She accepted the affection, but said she could never love me back.
I told her I was used to it.
Then you said you wanted to be friends again.
I would have followed you into oblivion. I agreed to be friends.
And again I wanted so badly to kiss you.
You were my first love.
Did you know that?
- Rayna
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Things I should have said
RomantikaShort story of unrequited love told through letters. 'There are many things I should have said.'