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dear Mikey kun i don't know if you will read this letter or not because in future we were not supposed to meet but we did and i want to leave this letter for you! I don't know how you will find this but i guess i did somehow fell in love with you.
**3rd of December 2018
I still don't have your sweater.
Your scent lingers around the sheets.
You said it looked better, but I know you lied.
I lost hope back in April as the leaves flew away,
and now winter has arrived. This December, I am not your Heather,
but a jester. Your eyes still linger on her as she walks by.
I remember the coffee you gave me in April;
it's getting cold. She is such an angel,
while I feel like a devil.
The sweater looked so much better on you,
while I remain a jester.
Her eyes are an epitome of the sky,
while mine are chestnut and seem to be lost.
I am not even pretty. You will always love her more.
I wish I were Heather,
but I am just Michelle.
You never kissed me,
but your one touch made me feel like it was the 4th of July.
It's the 3rd of December, and I still don't have your sweater—
just some memories being buried with the spring.
You were supposed to be the attraction of summer,
but now it's winter, and I still miss you.
Damn you, the boy from the summer.
— takemichi