I am sorry that I didn’t go to prom with you.

When you asked me out, I literally thought you were mocking me or joking, because I was that stupid and honestly, pulled an all-nighter that day. I laughed, sneered, but said yes. You just walked away, and I knew you were hurt. But at least you went with that other girl. She was prettier, smarter, and I’m happy you still had a good time, even though you went as friends.

For the whole school year, I didn’t think you liked me in that way. I didn’t realize the way you teased me was your way of flirting, because you mocked and teased just about anyone. Even though you were a jerk, you were funny and your mean-spirited jokes were kind of endearing. I think that you acted that way because of your Chinese parents, who probably beat you with the whip just so you could go to an Ivy League (You did, good for you!) and you were overweight and maybe thought you couldn’t get a girl. But you were honestly cute, like a huggable teddy bear kind of way. And I was insecure too.

I don’t know. I’m sorry for being a jerk back. I didn’t go to prom at all, and I didn’t give you my number or anything. And I’m sorry, because I should have given you that chance.