Hate Mail

by Donna Marchetti

Dear Naomi, I waited until now to write again because I was hoping that you got my letter late and that’s why you didn’t say the magic word in your weather report. But you didn’t say it at all this week, and I have to admit that I’m pretty disappointed. Is it because you can’t deviate from your script, or have you lost interest in writing back to me? I guess it’s been two years since you’ve heard from me, so maybe the letters just aren’t as fun for you as they used to be. Maybe you’re even annoyed that I’m writing to you now. Do you remember when I asked if we could be friends on Facebook? I think we were both juniors in high school. I never told you that I had already looked you up before I asked. I was planning on sending you a friend request, but I didn’t know how you would react, which is why I asked you first. I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. I wanted to know you outside of these letters, but you were so damn mean about not wanting to be my friend. Of all the mean letters you sent, that one was the first one that actually hurt me. The second time you hurt me was when I invited you to my boot camp graduation and you didn’t show up. You probably thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t. I wanted you to be there. I guess you didn’t know that I was the only person there who didn’t have a family. I didn’t tell you that because I didn’t want you to feel sorry for me. I wanted you to come because you wanted to be there. Even after you rejected me in high ...

Awww