Dear Emma,
We made plans to see each other on this Saturday. Today. You would drive here and I would get to see you. It would just be you and me. I was so excited. I remember sitting on the bench reading my most current book. All calm. You told me you were going to show up 2 hours later. But then I felt soft fragile hands placed over my eyes and I knew. I knew it was you. I pulled off your hands and turned around to look at you. You were smiling so big with your teeth showing finally without those braces. I looked at you for a while with your perfect winged mascara and same glistening eyes. Absorbing it all. Taking it all in. My heart lightened up finally out of the dark. There was no more of the empty feeling that used to come without you. No more feeling alone. I kissed you almost imeaditaly. My lips pressed against yours. My stomach had never had more fireworks set of in it in my entire life. My whole entire life. That was my favourite day in the world. My favourite memory with you. Getting to see you. Kiss you. Have the best feeling of love wave over me like a magic wand. And I just wanted to stay like that. Go back to seeing your face for the first time in 6 months and having a feeling of happiness erupt inside if me like a blasting shooting star.
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