Rettelse

Dear Elliot.
I´m sitting here alone up in my room, and thinking about the times we been through. I´m looking at a picture in my hand, trying my best to understand why you left me. I miss you. I have waiting for a call from you, but you never call me. I can see that you are having fun in DC, but what about us? It´s great to hear, that you already feel comfortable in DC. It´s weird to know that you are excited about a dirty house, it´s not like you. You don’t care about those things. It´s scares me to listen about Black and Latino area, it´s like a ghetto area isn´t it? And punkers? My good Elliot you have been changing.
You disliked them, as I can remember. What is happening to you? It´s a big surprise, which you mention that you are working in a book store. I thought you never wanted to have a job. I can remember that you went home after school to play computer, didn’t do your homework, because you hated books, but it´s cool you are changing to a “Better” person.
Your mom and dad, seems to accept your decisions, and they only looking forward to see and hear from you. But I have something to say, I feel like I should call you, but needed to write it down, so I could explain myself right and clean as possible.
I know you´re life has been hard in Wilson, but leaving me behind was unforgivable. But I need to break up, I can´t take the distance between us.
There's just a thing or two I like you to know, you were my first and true love. Sometimes when I’m alone I try to call out your name, from time to time it´s seems that your face is everywhere. But I can´t keep on reaching out to you, just to find out that you´re not there. It´s like an endless fight, I never seem to win. So try to forgive me, I don’t believe in fairy tales. I will always love you. Promise me to call if there something you want to talk about.