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Page 6 of Give Me a Reason

Dear Anne,

You were right. I was hurt, not angry, that you couldn’t come to my game. I was sad that you decided to visit your family instead of spending the weekend with me. I was jealous that you picked your family over me. But it isn’t a competition, is it?

Being with you is new and exciting and, frankly, a little addicting, but I understand that we both have a life away from each other as well.

We have responsibilities as students (I think I threw up a little), and we can’t abandon our friends and family.

That is not cool. I definitely don’t want to be that guy, and it was wrong of me to expect you to be that girl.

Your family is important to you, and you should be able to spend time with them without worrying about hurting your boyfriend’s feelings. I get that now. I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to choose.

And you were right again. (Does that kind of get old?

Being right all the time?) It’s easier admitting this to you in writing, rather than trying to articulate it to you in person.

At first, it was weird writing a whole letter, but it feels good to tell you all this stuff and make sense doing so. I’m making sense, right?

I’m sorry I tried to pick a fight with you when you came back.

I spent the entire weekend feeling sorry for myself, missing you like crazy.

I should’ve just kissed you like I wanted to, instead of throwing a temper tantrum.

I’m more than a little embarrassed by that as I write this to you. But I’ll make it up to you.

Will you let me?

Forever yours,

Frederick