Hesitantly, I clicked on the message.
Hi Judie, I know you’re probably not reading this.You probably just deleted it the instant you saw it in your inbox. I don’t blame you; I probably deserve it. But Judie, please, if you are reading this, I’ll be at the Bagel shop by our school every afternoon from 3-4, just for you. I’m an asshole. I admit it. But I have to at least try to tell you my side of the story. I really care about you. I do. I know this sounds insincere on an e-mail, which is why I have to talk to you in person. I do have reasons why I did what I did, and they’re lousy ones, but I have to try Judie, I have to.
I know I can never be ‘that one’ for you ever again. But I don’t want to lose you completely. I don’t want to be your enemy.
I’ll never be you’re Wes, but I can try to be your Andy.
Blake
The message left me with mixed feelings. Disgust? yes. Uncertainty?definately.Forgiving? No way, well, maybe, I don’t know.Curious? heck yes.I stare at the screen, slowly forming a plan in my head.