Hate Mail

by Donna Marchetti

Dear Naomi, I hope you get struck by lightning and die in the middle of your next weather report. Wouldn’t that be ironic? —L

“I’ll walk you home,”

“What would you do if I said no?”

“Probably wait ten seconds and then follow you awkwardly.”

“Fine. You can walk ...

The way he smiles does somet...

He starts typing in his contact

He puts himself in as ‘Hot Neighbor’.

I want you to know that if anyone ever did those things to me, it would be because he’s a shitty person and he doesn’t deserve me. Not the other way around. And if I saw someone treating one of my friends like that, I would kick him in the balls. Love, Naomi

close my eyes and tap the screen.

Nothing happens.

my finger...

I couldn’t believe that all this time, I had been writing to her. She made the hottest girl at my own high school look like a mushroom in comparison.

I suddenly wished that I could take back all the mean things I had ever written to her.

Sometimes I went to bed imagining that it was me holding her in that photo she posted.

He reaches over and grabs my arm,

He lowers my arm, but doesn’t let go of my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine, making me forget what we’re talking about

“I disagree. I think pink is a good look for you.”

I don’t want to scare my viewers.”

“I think you would have to try a lot harder if you wanted...

Who knew you would go that far to find me? You must like me too, or something. Love, Luca

Speaking of that offer, is it still valid? Because I’d like to come hide away with you if you’ll have me. Just say the word and I’m yours. Love, Luca

I think anyone who reads them would know that I’m in love with you. Love, Luca

Dear Luca, How can you say that you’re in love with me when we’ve never even met? If that’s how you think you feel, you should have told me a lot sooner. It’s too late now. Love, Naomi

Dear Naomi, It’s not too late. Love, Luca

“Do you really think you’re the only one who’s hurting over this? I fell in love with you, and I lost you.”