The Storm
LANDON P. FITZROY, ESQ.
E—
You said don’t call, but you didn’t say anything about writing. I can already see you rolling those big, beautiful hazel eyes at me, and I probably deserve it, but God, I miss you.
So much.
I know it was for the best that we take a break, and I understand that everything with Lo has been hard on you, which was the absolute last thing I wanted.
If I’d had any idea how close the two of you were, I never would’ve started things up with her, but it didn’t even occur to me y’all might be friends, much less best friends.
You just seem so different. Night and day, sun and moon.
Anyway. I guess I’d just like a chance to talk to you again, like we used to.
Remember that night with the beach bonfire?
The two of us must have sat out there until what?
One in the morning? Just talking. Talking is so damn easy with you, Sunshine Girl, and it’s honestly unfair to be both as pretty as you are and as smart. Leave some for the rest of us!
I don’t blame you if you throw this in the trash, but I really hope you won’t. We were friends first, remember? And I think we could be friends again. I want us to be friends again.
I could use a friend these days.
In hope,
L