Dear Eleven,
You have so so so many girls who are lining up to confess their love for you. I just don't want to be a part of that rat race. I just wanna be human. Making myself a pleasing material for someone else would be the last thing I ever do.
Actually, the girl that can stand beside you should be beautiful, sexy and popular. I won't regard myself as any of those- I was popular, yes, but I spent my whole day studying.
If I even start to think about beauty, an inner voice in me says, "Don't compare my face to others. Why are you judging when I am not even in the race?"
Atleast I was the best in what I was doing. That was what mattered to me the most.
Now, I ask myself if that was the case.
I mean, what is the worst that would have happened if I had confessed to you?
I don't know.
I don't want to think about it.
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...
