A letter.

Hi.
You may have forgotten who I am by now. I asked you about the math questions last night, remember? Ah, yes, that's good. Well, thing is, I already had the math questions. And I wasn't planning on doing my math homework anyways. And, well, all those conversation you had with Sarah? She was relaying everything you said back to me. Yes, everything. Does that make you uncomfortable? Does it make you feel awkward? You know what I'm thinking about, don't you. Yes, I'm thinking about that little tiny comment you made. Are you aware I haven't told a single person about that? I can't BEAR the humiliation of anyone else knowing you said that. It was about six words I think. Each one was like you were peeling away little pieces of my heart. You had no idea, did you? You have no idea how much you've damaged me. I don't see how anyone else could be so emotionally destroyed by six words relayed to her over MSN by someone she didn't even like. Even the fact that Sarah heard you say that makes me want to go die of hurt and mortification. Even the fact that Sarah still gets to talk to you everyday, because she never made the mistake of loving you more than you liked her.

Thanks, Andrea.