vinnie hacker imagines (18+)

DEAR YOU

You make that dance look so new
And I'm in awe
A face like you've never seen
I'm yours tonight

Dear you,

I can't stop thinking about the poem you wrote me, years back. I'm so in love with you. I think about your letters all the time. I keep at least one with me wherever I go. To remind me of when the time you did love me. Please, write me back. Just something to even let me know you're getting my letters.

Vinnie

I fold the letter and put it back in my purse. I start to walk towards the exit. I can't count how many times I've read that letter. Over and over, I reread his words and it hurts me. I have to stop reading it, but I can't. I'm in love with him too. And the only thing that's stopping me is my sister. I am in love with my sister's boyfriend. It's ridiculous, I know. We started to pass letters occasionally to communicate before they started dating. She never even knew.

In my defense, she let love be her strong suit. She didn't know I knew him before she did. She didn't know the letter was for me because he never says my name. And he never talks to me when we see each other in person. I've known him for years and I've come to realize that the only way I can tell him I love him is in a letter.

I couldn't give him an ultimatum. I couldn't make him choose. I couldn't do that to him or my sister. So, I chose to take the hard action and stop writing him. And it's killing me.

Once I get close enough to my car, I unlock the doors. Right when I open the driver's side door, I see yet another black envelope on my passenger seat. Even though I left my windows cracked, the hot weather still seems to be attracted to my car. I grab the letter, shoving it into my purse to read later. The hot heat in my car instantly overwhelms me. I start my car and blast the air conditioning. The summer semester was finally coming to an end. I start my drive home that was about twenty minutes away. It's truly a blessing that my parents moved just to help me save money on campus-living. They were already covering the majority of my tuition, but I mean, come on, those dorm prices are ridiculous. 

When I get home, I rush to open his letter. I close my bedroom door, locking it and sitting down on my bed. I unfold the one page and look at his scrawled handwriting. I begin to read, knowing that I will keep this one like the others and reread it over and over.

Dear you,

There's not a day where you don't cross my mind. I know it's wrong to fall in love with you. I belong to you. Not your sister, not anyone else. I've loved you since the beginning and I'm sorry I didn't choose you over her. If I choose her, I'm hurting you. And if I choose you, I'll hurt her.

But I don't love her like I love you. You take my breath away. I think of you and my heart warms-

I close the letter, shutting my eyes as tears start to fall. My heart aches because as long as she loves him, we can never be together. And he's the best boyfriend you can ever ask for. They've been together for like a year now, I think. I take a breath, continuing to read.

Can you do something for me? Just remember the first time we met. At that senior football game five years ago. I came up to you and bought you popcorn. Then we made fun of the players and how they completely suck ass? We stuck to each other like glue after that, hanging out after school at my house or on the weekends before we started college. I know that you love me too. And I know for a fact that you can't stay away from me either. I know that you're reading this. And if you are, I'm so fucking proud of you. You're in college, one more year until you graduate. Until we graduate. You graduated top of our class in high school. You worked so hard to be valedictorian. According to your parents, you passed all your classes this summer. Now you can finally relax.