Dear Emma,
I waited for you at the snowball stand. Today we were going to share a snowball. I sat at the picnic table with two spoons, waiting. Finally , you arrived. I was so happy. Then , I saw your face. It had mascara running down your cheeks and tears that filled your beautiful milky brown eyes. You came to my table and I ran up and gave you a hug. "What's wrong?", I asked you, eagerly waiting for an answer. You pushed me away. "I can't see you. I can't see you anymore. My boyfriend says that I can't see you at all. He's jealous. I'm so sorry", you responded crying a little. Then, you ran away to your boyfriend's car and put on your seat belt. I saw him wipe away your tears. "Now it's over. You can see me more often ." You drove away. I was so stunned. I wanted to be the one to wipe your tears away and tell you it's okay. That's supposed to be me. I grabbed my snowball and threw it away, although I had only taken about 2 bites. I had lost my appetite. I ran to my car with thoughts of you. As I started the engine, tears blocked my vision. I was going to get you , and I wasn't going to give up.
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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...
