Dear Emma,
We sat on your favorite tree that night. July 4th , 2007. We were eight but I still remember it. I looked at you. You had tan skin with brown hair. You had these cute braces that you still have today and little dimples on the side of your cheeks. Your eyes twinkled. Fire works blasted around us. I was eight but I still knew. I still knew I loved you. I decided to say it. "I love you." I was afraid you wouldn't say it back. You did. I smiled as the fireworks continued. I had never had a better day in my life. I wouldn't forget it. But it seems you have already forgotten this day completely.
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Dear Emma
Short StoryA bunch of letters sent to a girl who I once thought I wouldn't have a chance with. ..... * Sorry, this story is not completely edited, but I'm working on it. * Hey everybody I want to inform you that I wrote this about two to three years ago so it...
