To James
I think I've been forgetting to tell you how much I bl.ody
well love you in the past few days. I was just talking to you.
You just had to go though. But I just got a really bad grade on
two of my GCSEs, and I was telling you how my brother wont let me
live it down. And you said 'Well I'm proud of you, so you
should too. Well done.' I bl.ody love you. Mainly because you
still believe in me, even when I've done really badly.
From,
TheGirlWithOneThousandLetters.
To James
It's been 77.2 days and counting since we last really talked
properly. You once told me that if you weren't online for a
month you were dead. You're online all the time, but we
don't really speak. I miss you Jamesy. It feels strange, and
annoying and like I'm being really clingy, but I do. I really
miss you. We've actually known each other since I was 12, you
were 14. But we didn't really talk, you only talked to the
other people who had been there for a very long time. I got - and
still do - really shy when it comes to talking to new people or
strangers or anything, so we didn't speak. We only started
talking around last November. Nearly a year, James. We
couldn't last that long, could we?
From,
TheGirlWithOneThousandLetters.
To Jess
I can't honestly say that I'm a big fan of you. I let you
come with me and Izzy to see The Amazing Spiderman because I felt
really guilty from Iz. You were ok. Cept from the fact that you
were texting throughout the film to Kayne because he told you he
liked you. Then, when we went to KFC, you were barely talking,
still texting Kayne and refusing to eat because 'you
can't eat when you have to give bad news to someone'.
Yeah, right. You're dating freakin Joe - Kayne knows. He goes
after all girls that have boyfriends. He also only goes after the
not-great-looking/personalities. He would've felt better if
you just ignored the text, deleted it and pretended you never got
it. Then, when we leave KFC, you go into McDonalds to get chips
because you decided to stop texting Kayne. Honestly. Then, when
we're walking around town and in HMV, me and Izzy look at
some hot guy and talk about him quietly and you tell us that
we're doing it obviosuly and we should stop. God, we knew he
looked at us and knew we were checking him out. We were fine with
it - we'd never see him again. I just don't work on the
same wave length as you.
From,
TheGirlWithOneThousandLetters.
To James
Hey. The last time I wrote a letter on witty - to you even - was
75.9 days ago, according to the drafts list, anyway. I wrote in
those last letters how I loved you, and how I hated the things
you did, and the person you acted like. How things change. You
just logged on, and I wasn't going to talk to you; like
usual. I felt like I was being annoying, and you wouldn't
reply anyway. You never do. I bet you don't feel like
we're growing apart. But we have been. For 75.9 days. When
was that? Two and a half months ago? Now it doesn't seem so
long, does it? June, May - maybe. But I remembered I got two of
my GCSE grades back yesterday, and you've always seemed to be
interested in my learning. You always listen and remmeber these
things I tell you about school because you know how scared I am
of being there. I started typing. 'Jamesy, I got my GCS-'
you logged off. Maybe it was because you saw my username pop up.
I always think it's that. That was five minutes ago, and you
haven't logged back on. I miss you, Jamesy. I miss you. I
think I know why we grew distant. I loved you so much because I
had no one else to feel that way about. I was all alone, and
then, you were there; my hero. The only one to listen to me. To
know me. And then, a few months ago, I told you about Faith and
Izzy. They're my friends - enough of them, anyway. And you
were really happy for me; I understand that. But I'm starting
to think that you were happy because this meant I wouldn't
have to speak to you so much.
From,
TheGirlWithOneThousandLetters.