Dear Eleven,
Boys with muscles and veins are definitely my cup of tea. Or snacks, one could say.
I love staring at the back of the head of perfectly handsome and good looking boys because at the end of the day- who's judging me? Who's blaming me for taking advantage of the eye candy?
But when I fell for you, I fell in love with you because of the attention that you gave me. Because of the texts you sent, because of the way you acted around me. I fell in love with you because of what you made me feel.
And honestly, your looks were just an added bonus.
I felt sick thinking about the fact that you looked the best in our entire grade. If I might have been braver, I would have accepted that I kinda wished that you weren't as handsome as you were, so that I could keep you to myself. So that literally half of the girls in our grade didn't have a crush on you.
Surprise, surprise, surprise. As we started to get older, the girls didn't find you as handsome as before anymore (because now they were judging boys in our country with international standards) but I didn't.
Sorry to say I am still very much in love with you, but it still hurts because I just can't tell you how much you mean to me.
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...
