Dear Mr. Eleven,
Who am I kidding?
That I hate you and you should go to hell? Bullshit.
I told myself again and again that I don't care about you anymore, that I don't love you anymore, but I know better.
One text from you was all it took to fall in love with you again. To give my heart the glitters and flutters that I felt before.
Oh, my hearth, why arth thou so weak?
I didn't even wish you for your birthday this year. I thought we were done with each other after the outburst I had two months ago. But you messaged back, and you were also so so kind about it.
Others should learn to woo a girl from you, Eleven. You came back even after seeing my ugly side, you came because even if I wasn't pretty, beautiful or rich.
Then, what after that?
The past feelings that I had buried deep inside flew up to the surface again. And I spent my whole day thinking about you again.
Did you laugh when you sent the laughing emoji? Did you really mean what you said? Are you playing with me right now? Why did you continue this friendship? Am I just being paranoid?
So many unanswered anxieties- just like the times before. Somehow, they are refreshing.
I feel lucky to feel these again.
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...
