All You Need is Acceptance

Chapter 6

I sat down on my bed, and opened up a paper that was sitting on my night stand.

I smile every time I read it, because it reminds me of how much Evan truly cares about me.

Platonic love letters are amazing, and should be appreciated more, just like how I appreciate the one that Evan gave me.

Dear Minerva,

I love you with every waking breath. You're my first thought when I wake up, and my last thought when I close my eyes. Every day and every night, I dream about always being with you. You make me happy just by living in this universe. I would move mountains for you, I would plant flowers in the garden, and arrange them to say 'I love you' because that's how much you mean to me. I love you with all that I am, and all that you do. You are everything to me, and just the thought of knowing you exist, makes me smile so much.

With much love,
Evan

A tear rolled down my cheek, and landed on the paper I was holding. No one else would have done this for me, and I feel so lucky to have a friend like him.

Next scene

I was at school with Evan and we both put down our backpacks, and sat underneath a tree.

"Did you read the note I sent you?"

"I did, and you make me happy too"

"Aww, thank you"

His smile while he said that, lit up my heart so much.

"That reminds me, I have this to give you" I handed him a folded up piece of paper, and he opened it.

"Its song lyrics I wrote"

He read the note in such a proficiently concentrated manner. I really have to stop handing notes to people in person, it makes me so nervous when my work is being read in front of me. Even if I knew the person for a while, I still get anxious. I don't know if it's the facial expressions, or my anticipation about what they're going to tell me after they finished reading.

For anyone curious, these are the song lyrics I wrote.

From a young age
I saw people kissing on TV
my heart froze for a minute
because I knew that would never be me

I asked myself if this was normal
afraid to face the world with rejection
so what if I don't feel what others feel?
does that mean I need correction?

I don't want another romance song
I'm sick of the kissing and butterflies
I don't need the beating heart and I don't need the whys

I'm sick of hearing songs about how holding hands makes people feel, because when I do it myself, it never feels real

When I was 11, I met a boy all dressed in white
I didn't need romance to know that it felt right

I loved every waking moment with him
even when we sat beneath the tree
but every night before I go to bed
I constantly fear he secretly wants nothing to do with me

I don't want another romance song
I'm sick of the kissing and butterflies
I don't need the beating heart and I don't need the whys

I'm sick of hearing songs about how holding hands makes people feel, because when I do it myself, it never feels real"

"I really like this, Minerva"

"You do?"

"Yeah, it's not one of those typical love songs. It's nice to read song lyrics about love other than romance"

"I'm happy you like it"

Evan makes me so happy, and he means more to me than all the dimensions put together.

Next Scene

I was in my kitchen, getting a glass bottle of milk from the fridge.

"How was your day, sweetie?"

"It was fine"

My mom cared about me very much, and it showed deeply.

"So, about this boy named Evan?"

"He's a friend, and I love him so much"

"I'm glad you do, we need more love in this world"

"Can I go to my room, please?"

"Of course. I don't know why you need to ask permission though"

I ran upstairs to my room, and opened up my night stand drawer, to look at the gift Evan had given me for my birthday.

The gift was a hand drawn sketch of the day he handed me the first note in class, inside a gold picture frame.

Engraved in silver cursive font at the bottom, read, 'Even though the entire class was looking at me that day, it felt like you were the only person in it'

He made it clear when he created the picture in third person point of view, and sketched in a bunch of empty desks, to give it that authentic and serene love effect.

Every time I hold the picture frame in my hands, I always put it close to my chest, and smile at the thought that he chose to make this for me, and took the time to create something so personal.

What did I do to deserve Evan?

I smile some more, because the beautiful angel has a special place in my heart.