Dear Eleven,
Here, here, here.
I have nothing else to do and today is your birthday and it's only morning yet but I have already mentioned you three times in my diary entries.
Wow, I am more excited for your birthday than you are. Dear Lord, this is so annoying, frustrating, getting on nerves, intoxicating, obsessive? Give it any name and I feel the emotion. I don't know why.
It took my whole morning AND afternoon to debate whether or not to wish you today- my fingers and hands were itching to do so, but I didn't want to be intruding.
I didn't want to be the first one to talk to you after we had stopped texting each other for every little doubt that we did. Well, this debate has been going on in my head for months already, and now that the time has come, I still don't know!!
When you first told me the date of your birthday, I knew I would keep that date engraved in my brain forever. But now, I don't even know what our relationship is, Eleven.
Are we friends? Classmates? Ex-best friends? One sided crush and normal human being? Stalker and crush?
No idea at all.
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...
