"You're breaking up with me?" he asked, staring vaguely at the
floor-mat.
She had nodded. What else could she do? Even she had finally admitted
that he was just a good-looking loser. Sure, he could play the guitar
and write songs, but she wouldn't be able to face her parents once they
found out his most popular ballad was titled "Love Turds".
"This sucks," he muttered. Somehow, that had helped her keep her
resolve, although in the weeks that had passed, her memory of that
lonely quality of his, the one that had attracted her to him in the
first place, had grown to almost god-like proportions.
Alona sighed and opened the letter.
Alona, (it read, unnecessarily)
O.K. I've had time to think about us. You shouldn't have broken up
with me, but you're still cool, O.K.? I mean, even if you dont let me
go all the way with you, your cool. So, like what I'm asking is should
we get back together?
I know you don't think your parents will like me. But I'll grow on
them. I'll write them a song that they'll like. Like 'Love Turds' but
with different lyrics.
Any way, that's not what I wrote about.
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