dear jack,
this morning i waited by your locker,
you saw me but turned away.
why, i just wanted to talk.
i get it though,
we've barely interacted for years.
around 6pm, you came to the shop.
this time you looked very sad,
i had to refrain from giving you a hug and making all your sadness go away,
it hurt.
you bought a dozen red roses, again.
i worked up the courage to talk to you,
and asked, 'would you like a bag?'
i stuttered my way through it but still,
at least i did it.
you smiled at me and kindly said no.
our first conversation for ages,
it was only small but it felt good talking to you.
i hope we talk more,
we could be friends again
from jonah
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𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | janah.
Fanfiction𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝. in which jonah sends letters to his old best friend, little does he know what's happening at home.
