This fic is dedicated to my lovely proof reader Superdan910. Except he proof-read the hard copy, so, you know, no difference to this thing really... Thanks Daniel!
We started with a letter, and I'm writing this now because... I don't know why I'm writing this now. I'm not sure I'll ever have the guts to give this to you and actually let you read it.
The thing is, Kyle; the thing is that I fell in love with Hunter. I know, physically, you're the same person, but... you aren't. I thought being Hunter for so long could have changed you. And it did, for a little while. For a little while, my Hunter, my part of you was still on top. I thought the old Kyle – the popular jerk who thought looks were everything – I thought he was gone. And I guess I thought we'd both live happily ever after, like some fairytale on Disney Channel.
I should know, by now, that that never happens. I should know that me, the smart transfer girl with the drugged-up daddy, will never end up with you, the boy that every girl at high school has dreamt of kissing. You and me... I guess I should have known that it never would've worked out.
Still, I didn't expect the old you to come back so quickly, so readily. I didn't expect in you I thought was gone to resurface so easily, along with your looks. But last night, when you told me that you thought we should keep our relationship 'private', I realised how stupid I'd been.
I fell in love with Hunter. And Kyle, you aren't him. I thought you'd changed – I thought I'd changed you. But I haven't. Just another thing I should have known was impossible.
This isn't going well. I'm repeating myself and rambling. But what I'm trying to say, Kyle, is that you aren't the boy I'm in love with. It looks to me like that boy is gone, and I'm not sure I'll ever see him again. He loved me, but you Kyle, you don't. Someone like you could never love someone like me.
But thank you. Thank you for letting me believe, just for a little while, that happy endings were real. I'll never forget that.