Letter

Monday, 15 December 2008

 

Jem felt sick. Was this normal? He could not even bring himself to read the letter. As soon as he had seen that it was from Stella he had recoiled back in confusion. He liked her, and he thought that she liked him, but although he had been trying to go out with her for a while now, every time he asked her, something came up. The both had a lot of work to do, but he was worried that if nothing happened soon, it would not happen at all.

 

            And now she had sent him a note. He should read it, he knew he should, but what if it were bad news? He had letters from girls before, and they had not been good. Hattie had dumped him with an email, and it still hurt. He had it printed out somewhere, unable to let go and move on once upon a time, now just unable to find it.

 

            What if Stella wanted to call it off? What if she had said that she never wanted to see him again? What if- No, there was no point thinking about he what if’s, only the reality. He would simply have to read the letter. After all, he thought to himself, it might be good news.

 

             “Hey Jem, I just want to say that I am sorry that we have not seen a lot of each other lately. I suppose that we have both had a load of work to do, and I guess that is not going to change. But if you still want to meet up sometime, then it might be an idea to meet up.”

 

            Did this mean that she thought it would never work, and that they should just give up, or did she really want to give it a go? Jem spent time thinking about what to write back, and it was not easy. Eventually though, he thought that he had it.

 

            “Stella; I think that it would be great to meet up some time. I think that we have a lot to talk about. When is a good time for you?”

 

            It was short, to the point, and said nothing that Jem might regret later. Now all he had to do was wait for a reply...