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Here's a Story, Just Bare With Me...

Repeating Apologies

I looked at my phone, which read 01:30, and sighed knowing I had to leave in half an hour. Turning my attention to Alan, I noticed he was still asleep and damn he looked adorable - his lips slightly parted, his hair messed up, and the faint frown on his face.

I wriggled out of his grasp slowly, stopping whenever he stirred so as not to wake him, before climbing out of his bed and swapping his sweatpants for a pair of black skinnies. My gaze fell to his Pink Floyd tank which I was still wearing I couldn't bare to take it off. I sprayed some of his cologne on it, before taking a pen and a piece of paper and started writing my goodbye letter. The tears fell freely, blurring my view and the odd word here and there, but I didn't stop.

Dear Alan,

I'm sorry I have to do it like this, but I have to leave at 2am and I can't bring myself to wake you.

You've been my best friend for 16 years and I honestly couldn't have asked for a better one. You're caring, funny, and you're always there for me. It hurts me to write this but you need to know how I feel about you; I love you. Yes, you're my best friend and I love you for that, but I have deeper feelings. It's hard to explain, everytime I look at you it feels like I've been punched in the gut. As soppy as this is, you make my heart race and I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crap with words, I'm sorry.

I don't know what those kisses meant to you and I don't think I want to know either. Because if you don't feel the same way it will obviously hurt me, and if you loved me back it would make leaving you all the more difficult. I'm getting side-tracked...

I just wanted to say thank you for being you. I'm going to miss you so fucking much.
I love you Alan Anthony Ashby; I always have.

I'm sorry,

Ellie x

P.S: I'm keeping your Pink Floyd shirt, I know you won't mind and if you do then tough, it's too late to get it.

I took the pictures of us from when we first met to now, and placed them at the bottom of the letter, before getting up and walking over to him. I whispered an: 'I love you, I'm sorry' in his ear and kissed his forehead, and with that I grabbed my bags and left, crying silently.

Notes

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update - revision -.-

I figured you deserve more than one, so I'll try and write more in my revision breaks and see if I can post it later - probably around 10 or 11 tonight, I'm English so that's GMT by the way.

On an unrelated note, my braces got tightened :( no solid food for a while D:

As always, feedback and votes are appreciated c:

~music-is-my-therapy

Comments

I love this please update soon :D

bonesexposed bonesexposed
4/6/15

I really love this story. If I come across anything that might inspire you I'll drop a link.

@Of Mice and Becca
really? :) oh that makes me feel a lot better about writing...thank you :')

No i really miss this story and im sorry i don't know any sites or anything if i find something I'll let you know

Plz update!!! I love this story!!!! <3333

reyna.ashby reyna.ashby
6/21/14