7th Letter

Dear D

I thought you were sorry. It's been six days now. Whatever. I guess you're busy.

I've decided to go to the winter ball, escort or no escort. I'm going to have fun, just you watch. If only you were here to watch, at least it would make you feel a bit bad. But no, you'll be spared. Oh well.
You know, I've been thinking. Maybe there's someone more important than me with you. Maybe I'm just a fling after all. If so, then please tell me. Don't make me feel this way. Don't bring my hopes up, don't say you're sorry for not writing. Just tell me the truth. If you're not sorry, then don't say you are.

I realized that I really love you. I might get angry at you often and say that I hate you in my thoughts and all that, but in truth, you're very important to me. So please don't let me down. I'll try not to let you down either.

/P.