Dear N.P,
Why don't you see me? Am I not here? Am I invisible? Every day, you give me that look, the one where you slowly look me up & down then run your fingers through your hair. I pretend it doesn't affect me, but your silence kills me. Why don't you see me? Do you not care? Do we not speak? Am I not human? Or maybe I'm just not your type? What is your type? Girls who throw themselves at you? Girls with nothing better to do with their life than ruin it? I pretend not to see you in the halls, and you do the same. You laugh loudly with your friends, while I walk past with my head down low. I try so hard to be pretty around you, but you don't seem to notice. Why don't you see me?
Always ignored,
G.
Dear M,
I know you see me. You look away, pretend we weren't together for TWO YEARS. Pretend YOU aren't the one who ended it, to "focus on your schoolwork," then started dating my best friend. You say I started dating again, but you're wrong. I haven't. I've respected the memory of us, while YOU go around with seven different girls, one for every day of the week. While YOU play around with girls' hearts. No, I don't care for you anymore. But still. A simple hello would be nice. . .
Still ignored,
G.