Dear stranger,

Hi, there. You remember me, right? The girl you chased around because she stuck a gum wrapper down your shirt? I'm the girl you threw the football around with. You flirted with me not too long ago. You made me like you a lot, just so you know. And I thought you liked me, too. You know what, I know you liked me, too. You could have told me you liked me. But you didn't. You had me assume it. But what happened? I don't get it. I thought you wanted me to stick around. You did, right? That's exactly what I did. I was there the whole two days we've known each other. And I know that might not sound as long as it really was, but somehow it seemed long to me. I think I know why. Because you left me the very next day. One day you and me were falling for each other. And the next day, it's like we would both explode if we looked at each other. You could have told me you wanted space. But you didn't. Exactly how fast do you expect anyone in this world to do anything, honestly? You were the fastest and most painful heartbreak I've ever had to go through. I mean, I've been hurt before. A lot. But I've never cried myself to sleep more than one time per heartbreak. You could have told me you didn't like me. But you didn't. You could have prevented me from crying so much. But you didn't. You could have told me that you liked someone else. But you didn't. Instead, you made me fall for you. Intentionally. It really hurt me, too.

P.S. She will never love you the way I could have.

Sincerely,

the girl you could have fell in love with, but didn't.