"Hi, Elijah. You might think of me as a revenge type, but I swear on my dead Grandma's broomstick that I am not. Trust me, I did not mean to throw my chocolate milkshake at Jennifer, it was a pure accident. I mean, who would want to waste such a good milkshake just to get on someone's bad side when you already know that you are on their bad side? Atleast not me. But can I let you in on a small secret? I enjoyed her reaction. Even though, it earned me yet another bruise on my arm and left me with a scraping elbow, it was worth the reaction.
But for the first time in five years, I did not like you. It hurt; It hurt that you were right there when she pushed me on the floor as I bumped with the table and scraped my elbow and arm in the process, but you did nothing to help me. I know that just asking for a pencil or passing me a smile while walking through the corridors or saving me from your friend's dirty kiss does not exactly makes us friends, but you could have atleast helped me get up as it was a kind gesture or just clarify with Jennifer that she overreacted, but you did nothing. You just stood there, looking at me shed a few tears while your 'kinda' girlfriend humiliated me in front of the entire cafeteria and made me the walking joke of the century.
But I still love you like never before, call me mad, an idiot, a dumbass, but nothing you say or do is going to make me fall less for you.
Love,
Crystal."
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Writing dialogue stories is wayyy easier than writing letter stories.