Letter 17
Dear Matthew,
Luke came over my house the other day, alone. Nobody was home except for us, and we had fun by baking cookies, which had turned out to be like cement ended up getting flower everywhere because he turned on the mixer too high too quickly. It blew up in our faces and we had coughing fits and began choking. And then we toppled over onto the floor from laughing so hard. And then we were sititng as the mixer kept mixing. And we just leaned in and kissed. And he pulled away first, and stuttered as he apologized. But I smiled and laughed and just kissed him. And he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me. I told him that I was sorry I was so oblivious to my feelings. I hadn't seen what was right under my nose; the most amazing guy ever. So he smiled and asked me out. And I couldn't be any happier. He texts me all the time, and calls me to say goodnight. He holds my hand whenever he can, and my parents love him. He's everything you weren't Matt. And I don't want to sound mean, because its not supposed to be. It's just you didn't do what I had hoped a boyfriend would do. And he does. And given, it's only been a few days, but in those few days he's given me hope. And he talks about his future with me in it. And it really makes me feel like something good has happened. And I think that even though I was miserable, I think if I hadn't been heartbroken and you hadn't dumped my ass, I wouldn't have met him, so in a weird and twisted way thank you for that. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with these letters, maybe I'll burn them. or maybe I'll wrap them up in a pretty little blue ribbon and keep them to remember later on. Or maybe I'll put the ribbon on them and keep them on your doorstep for you to read.
Your classmate,
Amy.
Author's Note: ta-da, this is the end. i hope you guys like it(: