On a Wednesday by Whitney G.
Courtney: Now
Present Day
Dear Courtney,
I got this idea from that P.S.—I Love You movie. (No, I didn’t dare watch it again, but I do remember every dreadful second of it.)
Anyway, since we’re currently not talking, and I feel like I’ve actually died without you, I thought I would borrow this concept until I come to see you at the end of the year. (Does October work?)
Between you and me, I wish that you would’ve never taken that fellowship in London. I should’ve told you to come with me and be my press person … Until you got a job you wanted.
I really do think—No, I know—that we could’ve made long-distance work, Court.
I missed you the moment we parted, and our random meetups were never long enough.
Kyle
P.S.—I sent you a text message a few weeks ago. I take it that you’re still upset with me over what I said.
I’m sorry, Court.
I truly am.
P.S.S.—I know you’re going to tell me that I’m making things up again, but whether you ever remember it or not, I feel like I was right about you during our freshman year. You were sexy as hell then by the way, and that was probably the best night of my first semester. (That was the closest I thought I’d ever come to getting “a ride” with you *smile drawing*)
I set aside Kyle’s first letter and gasped.
I’d always thought that he was wearing out a joke whenever he said that we’d crossed paths before our group project, but all of sudden, the freshman year memories before my father’s murder were beginning to play in mind.
He wasn’t making that shit up at all…