THE NOTE II

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Girl next to me hands me a note. I grab the note and thank her and realize... this is not a note this is an envelope. As I'm starring at this envelope I get a bit scared to read it so I'm looking at it not yet opening it. I don't know what is in this envelope so I have a eerie feeling that it would not be the best time to open this so I just stare for a few seconds. Until I feel the envelope being snatched out of my hands. I look up to see my teacher "I don't like when people pass... oh what is this envelope hmmm I was going to throw this out but seeing that it's an envelope I'll keep it on my desk get it after class." She said. I sighed staring to actually pay attention but in the back of my mind there is a  still a curiousness deep inside me longing to know what could be inside that envelope.   After class I gathered my stuff and went to my teachers desk to get the envelope. I grabbed it and my next class was study hall so I got to study hall and went to the farthest chair in the back of the room in the corner. I looked around and I opened the envelope . It was a  love letter it read. "My dearest, Renée I feel so strongly about you. I can even begin to explain how much I love you. I love everything about you. I love your heart. I love your soft little giggles when I call you beautiful. I love your smile. I love your beautiful  tight curls. I love the way you look amazing even on your worst day. I love the way you always smile like fresh vanilla. I love the way you get excited over the littlest things. I love your bubbly personality. I love how you fall asleep on the phone with me as I play my video games. I love how you find any excuse to wear a dress or a skirt. I love your feminine energy. I love the way you carry your purse everywhere you go. But most of all I love you for you. will you be my girlfriend. All my love, Ka'merie." I was absolutely flabbergasted I had the biggest grin on my face. I knew in that moment my answer was yes times infinity. 

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