Dear Caleb [COMPLETED]

07.

I remember how we started.

It was the first English class and you were made to sit next to me because you were a troublemaker, so the teacher figured that if you were made to sit next to a shy, quiet girl, you'd behave.

But little did she know.

We began talking, the topics shifting from light to flirty to emotional.

Then one autumn evening, we happened.

While in the park.

The ground was covered with pretty leaves and it felt like we were the only ones in the world.

As we were walking, you suddenly turned to me and said, 'You're prettier than you think you are.' and kissed me.

But it was just a lie.
Wasn't it ?

You just played me, messed me up and left me.

Why ?

Thinking about this, I entered English class today.

And I was shocked to see you seated at the seat next to me.

After we ended, you'd always swap your seats with someone else to avoid sitting next to me.

But today you were.

I quietly walked to my seat and sat down.

'Hey.' You said.

I really wanted to slap you after what you did the other day but I held myself back.

And I decided to ignore you.

That one hour was the most painful ever.

You were continuously trying to get my attention but I kept on ignoring you.

I wanted to give in. I really did.

To look at you, listen to you, talk to you.

But my poor heart had suffered enough.

Finally the bell rang.

I got up and started walking away when you held my wrist.

Your touch always works wonders on me.

And even then it did.

So I stopped, and turned around to look at you.

By now, most students had left, so the classroom was almost empty.

'Why aren't you talking to me ?' You asked.

You were beyond delusional.

'You don't have the right to ask me questions, not after everything. Just quit playing with my heart, okay ?' with that I snatched my hand away and started walking out of class.

'You miss me.' You shouted.

I halted in my tracks.
You don't know how right you were then but I didn't let it show on my face.

Instead I smiled. I was good at pretending.

'I'm over you.' I said.

A look of hurt and pain crossed your face.

And it made me doubt.

Did you still care ?

But that look was gone as fast as it came.

And you said, 'No, you're not.'

And you walked past me and out the class room.

Once again you were right.

Or maybe I wasn't as good at pretending as I thought.

Either way,
I knew that you knew that I wasn't over you.

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