Dear Harry

i may not be the one you want

the one you crave for

the one you love

but you're the one who broke me

hurt me into pieces

my heart is broken

you can try to pick them up

but my heart is made from glass

It's impossible to fix

This is the last and final goodbye Harry

I wish you luck

day~ i

I look over the last letter, I'm reading it over and over again thinking about my choices. Should I leave this last letter or should I just put it in his locker ?

I sighed thinking I should just stick with what I think is right, walking over to Harry's locker, watching my presents around me, checking if anyone was watching me.

Sliding the letter through the entrance of the locker, I turn around fasting my past to notice I've been knocked into a wall, well what i thought.

I look up to see who the person was. Which was the last person I wanted to see; Harry

" sorry for that," I say quietly picking up my book and fastened my pace trying to get away from him, but I felt my arm being tugged back to him " what were you doing with my locker?" He asked, trying to look at my face but it was covered with my hoodie

" nothing at all, Harry " i say, I looked up at him to see he had a confused written on his face " how do you know me" I'm giving up with this act, I'm going to tell him

" you think about it Harry" I say, looking down at the ground. Waiting for him to get it, to found out his secret admirer. I hear him shuffling into his locker and it bangs shut

" your the one" he said the shock filled his voice, I try not to look at his expression, but I just had to look up at him. I could see that he was holding all my letters I've sent him, each one neatly in their envelopes.

I could hear paper ripping slowly, this is more embarrassing than I thought. Him reading my letter in front of me, I basically told him I don't love him anymore .

I heard him sighing, running his fingers through his long brown hair. I look into his eyes, they had mixed emotions between hurt, guilt and sorrow

" who are you?" He whispered quietly, sliding down on the wall, covering his face with his hands.

" all you have to know is in the letters" I say, walking off from him, trying my hardest not to cry. I could heard him get up and run closer to me

" I've read them, who are you" he asked one more time, the impatience was starting to build up. I've decide to show him who I am.

" Isabelle?" His voice filled with shock, I'm surprised he even knew who I was. I mean I was in his classes one time but I've never thought he would notice me.

" that's me," I say putting my hoodie back on, trying to attempt to walk away from him again but I heard him whisper something which I wasn't quite sure what it was.

" this is goodbye, Harry" I walked faster to where my class was, the bell ran the students soon to fill the empty halls, I turn back to see him but he was gone.

I'm just so tired of being impatient because I'm sick of waiting. I'm selfish because I'm tired of not being chosen but I know deep down there's some love left in my heart for him, I still do love him but I know he doesn't love me.

How silly was it of me to think someone so perfect as him, would be in love with me.