I was sitting in my car, groceries forgotten. I leaned my head against the steering wheel trying to understand what had just happened. Gerard had a new boyfriend.
"Fuck!" I yelled punching the dash. Pain seared through my hand. I punched the dash again and again until my knuckles bled. Then I just sat there and sobbed until my tears ran dry. I looked outside of me small car window and realised how dark the sky had gotten. Shit, I had to call Abel and make something up, I could just say that I went to the park or something. I reached into my pocket for my phone, but my fingers found a folded up piece of paper. I pulled out the tiny square of a paper and remembered Gerard had given it to me. I found myself debating if I should open it or not, for all I know it could be a letter describing how much he hates me, but curiosity got the best of me. I unfolded the piece of paper, my tattooed hands shaking as I smoothed the wrinkles out of the paper. Gerards messy handwriting was scrawled across the paper.
Dear Frankie,
. Hey baby. I'm sorry I never called or texted you. I was much to afraid that you would hate me for what had happened. You probably do hate me, and you should hate me, I even hate myself. I know that your furious with me, but baby please let me explain. I would never ever cheat on you. Why would I want someone else when I had someone as perfect as you? The guy you saw me with used to be my drug dealer. His name was Bert McCracken. I'm sorry, I was so addicted to the drugs. I felt as if I needed the drugs to be myself. I would sneak behind your back and waste all of my money on the drugs. The night you saw me, I had gone to pick up the drugs, but when I asked Bert for the stuff he kissed me. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you.
I spent a year at rehab getting clean off the drug, thinking maybe you would love me again, but when I got out of rehab, I realised you had moved on. I spent weeks just sitting my room crying. Mikey suggested that I got a new boyfriend to help me get over you. Brendon and I have been dating for a couple months now and honestly I'm not happy. Brendon doesn't smell as good as you, his eyes rant as pretty as yours, he doesn't sound like you, he just isn't you. I'm sorry I made you feel as if I didn't love you. I will list some of the reasons I love you now so you know how much you mean to me.
1.) You smell amazing. You smell like cigarettes, coffee, and honey. At night when I held you close to me, I would just breath in your smell and know how much I love you. Every time you hugged me, I would just be wrapped in your smell. I still havent washed the hoodie you used to wear of mine because I don't want to wash you away.
2.) Every morning you would fuss over your hair. You would spend a good hour trying to get the one little part of your fringe to curl. It was just so adorable. Sometimes when I wake up I expect to see you fussing over your hair in the bathroom, but you never are.
3.) your eyes are a beautiful Hazel that I could just get lost in forever.
4.) Your short. I love how short you are. I can just scoop you up and hold you tight.
5.) your smile. I love how you would smile at me for no reason, as if you were just happy to be with me.
I could go on and on forever about everything I love about you, Frankie. Now please if you still care about me at all, meet me at the park at 7:00 pm.
I love you,
Gerard
I felt myself smile at his words. He still loved me, I could barely believe it. I felt my love for Gerard overwhelm me. I also felt sharp guilt in me for causing him so much pain. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 6:50. I still had time to get to the park.

Notes

So yeah. Sorry it sucks. I've just been depressed recently, but I'm trying.