No Filter (#3): The Rebound (Part 2)

To
the girl who had the unfortunate luck of being my rebound,

Thank you for the short, albeit happy times that we spent together. Compared to the very first, I spent more time in person with you, and that was one of the things that I was missing. Truth be told, it's surprising that we even "dated" for a bit. If I think about it now, it was bound to end badly, with me going to a different high school and all.

Like the very first, you were also this close to ending up with another guy, and then I happened. I'm bewildered and utterly confused as to why you chose me (or anybody for that matter), but I'm glad that you did.

Through the brief amount of contact that we've had since our elementary school days, I discern that you're a part of the clique that I would never willingly touch. Who knows, I may be wrong, but it does make me think back to elementary school, where social circles expanded to fit nearly everybody, and there was much less in-group bias going on.

And now, I want to say sorry for what I did to you once high school started. After saying that we would find a way to make it work (how cliche does that sound?) I broke it off after one week of high school. Why? Because I grew infatuated with girls that I would (in a week) come to dislike. It was cruel and hasty of me, and even though I doubt that we would have made it last much longer, I wonder what else would have happened.

Every now and then I dig around and clean up my drawers, and every time I always find these letters that I have never handed off to you. They're bursting full of passion and emotion, however that's all smudged by such naivety. I don't think that I will ever give you the letters (maybe if I remember I'll include it in my will) while I'm still alive, but I'm sure that there's nothing that important to you in them.

Sincerely,
the boy who gave you a rock