Dear Eleven,
When I say I am in love with good looking boys, I mean it. I am desparately in love with all the boys that look great, are handsome- and that's my taste.
Why then, do I have to be constantly thinking about you even though I have met people million times better looking than you?
Now that we couldn't meet anymore, there are no more flutters in my life and no more will to dress up nicely.
If I accidently, happen to meet you someday, I fear what you will think of me. For with no will to look pretty anymore and not taking good care of my body, I don't think I would be looking the best version of myself.
Even if the thought of facing you in my lowest frightens me, I can't put on a smile and my nice personality out on show everyday in hopes of meeting you. Because, as I know, the chances of that happening are fewer than none.
Love,
Venus
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The Letters to Eleven
Romance"The Letters to Eleven" is a write-up reeking of childish pining, young love and unrequited feelings. A documentary of sorts, that belongs to Venus, which consists of numerous informal letters addressed to her prince charming, Eleven, but never sen...
