Letters from a Comatose Patient

 Dear Wren,

I miss your laugh.

I miss being able to hold you whenever I want.

I miss seeing your smile.

Watching you walk my way down the halls of the school.

Or the way it feels to have you snuggled against my side as we watch a movie on Saturday nights.

The way your lips feel against mine.

I'm sorry.

I was stupid and inconsiderate.

You're not narrow-minded.

Or petty.

I shouldn't have let that girl flirt with me for as long as she did.

I'll admit, I was trying to make you a little jealous.

I don't know why.

Okay, that's a lie.

You were just paying a little too much attention to that guy.

And I...

I got jealous, okay?

I didn't like seeing you look at him like that.

Now I know I handled the situation wrong.

God, I miss you.

Please, answer my calls, Wren.

Please.

September 18,

Koda

P.S. I should probably tell you this in person, huh?