𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ,

A week later.

Prom was coming around.

You asked if I was going.

I said no.

I asked if you were going.

You said no.

"Why ?"

"The girl I want isn't going."

I was hurt that it wasn't me.

"Maybe you should ask her ? I can help you plan a cute little gesture. Girls love those things ! Oh and you could-"

You called me stupid.

Then kissed me.

Your lips.

Oh ,

Your lips.

Kissing you was nice ,

the rest of you

was paradise.