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 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

Husky Eyes: How’s San Diego? Better than Miami? Naomi: It’s beautiful here. I might never come back.

Husky Eyes: You can’t make a big decision like that until after you’ve been on a date with me. Naomi: You must be really sure of yourself to think one date can make me rethink such a big decision. Husky Eyes: It won’t be just one date.

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.”