Dear Eleven,
Eleven. I didn't mean to say such rude words to you. I really didn't. But you won't stop.
You didn't stop sending me red heart emojis and as beautiful as it was to others- it was a big danger for me. I have always wanted to preserve the texts we sent each other, to look at them afterwards and remember about them.
But then if you keep sending me red hearts, I can't keep them! My father will question me about it, and a mere explanation of "everyone does it" won't help me.
They already like you, Eleven. But if my father finds out that you keep sending me red hearts, he will think nothing but how much of a gentleman you aren't. I don't want them to think that. Because I know you aren't.
You are the sweetest boy I could ever find and thank you so much for listening to all the rants of mine and for supporting my crazy fan obsession with a bunch of pretty boy idols (which I kinda did because I wanted you to feel jealous.)
But I didn't lie about anything that day. When I said that I had an encounter with a pervert on the internet, I meant it. Just clarifying in case you thought I made it up.
Again, love you,
Yours,
Venus
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The Letters to Eleven
Romansa"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...
