| michael’s pov |
“Hey, Michael. Thank you for the letter and for the tickets; I'm really surprised you even got me them. Thank you so much. Um, can I talk to you? Please call me as soon as you get this.”
“I went to your house today; your mum said you weren’t feeling well. I hope you’re not sick. Please call me soon, alright?”
“I hope I’m not being annoying. I just really need to talk to you. Please call me back. Take care.”
“I’m leaving in a week; I hope I get to talk things out with you before I go. I’ll be waiting, okay?”
The way she spoke actually made me think she cared.
But I told myself to forget about what happened. I told myself to forget my feelings. I told myself to forget about her.
But that’s all I did– I just told myself.
I couldn’t do it because I can’t.
Belle wa
