A letter by Heather

Updated: Jun 30


To Conan Gray,


I still remember the third of December, when he complimented your sweater, the simplicity of the situation and smile on your face. How genuine it looked. I don’t remember the last time I smiled like that or was complimented by someone without any ulterior motive. Since when is it all about the status quo?


You say I have eyes which are brighter than the blue sky. I beg to differ, my eyes are blue no doubt, but rather like the ocean. Filled with drops waiting to spill, tired of the jealousy and hate unexplained.


That day you caught us holding hands, and the way he put his arm around my shoulder. He calls me his angel but I feel trapped inside his insecurities and possessiveness. Caged when he tries to kiss me, and it seems like he gave me his sweater only to name me his later.


I look at you and how easy life looked for you. Simple, no complications, no family drama. But how could I hate you? You didn’t even know me but I envied your easy life, I kinda wished you were dead.


What a sight for sore eyes you say, the thoughts inside my brain beg to differ. The zero size figure is what got everyone mesmerized.


Maybe I’m too quick to judge, maybe we both are going through rough times. The grass is always greener on the other side, but self love isn’t easy.


Amongst the crowded halls, my eyes drift to yours, and in your eyes I see a true friend. In your song’s lyrics I feel relevance.


Hoping you’d want to meet sometime

Heather.

Author: Anubhi Srivastava

Editor: Aryaa Shah


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