I’ve been here in this mountain lodge with him for 16 days and I still have nothing to say when I see him. Thankfully this place is large enough to accommodate the two of us with seeing much of each other. It’s also kind of a sad thing too because.. I like him. A lot more than I probably should. We go on small outings with the rest of our group. In total there are 6 of us. Aaron and myself share a lodge, his girlfriend Angela and her friend Misty share another, and Aaron’s best friends Mikey and Cade share the other cabin.
Now how Aaron and I got put together, I have no clue. I didn’t even want to be here but my mother told me I should go with them to make it an even group when one of their original group couldn’t come.
So here I am pining over a guy that has an incredibly beautiful girlfriend and the face of a holister model.
So instead of actually telling him or anybody how i’m feeling, I’m going to write one of those letters that you write to somebody but never give it to them.
Here goes nothing.
Dear Aaron,
I know you and I have practically Nothing in common, and truthfully, I don’t even want to be here because living with you for the past 16 days has sucked.
Not because you’re a bad roomy or anything, but because.. well I kinda have a thing for you. Oh wow, for a letter, it’s making me blush. But back on topic, I like you. And. maybe you’ve noticed this when you walk into the kitchen and I practically run out, or when I’m watching TV and I let you change the channel to wrestling. For the record, I hate wrestling. And if I had a girlfriend as beautiful as Angie, I don’t think I could look at me and have any attraction what-so-ever. I personally think you’re too good for her. Lets just say, I’m pretty sure she lost her purity ring in 8th grade. And many time since then.
And because I’m pretty sure nobody’s going to read this, the other night when I went outside to get a picture for instagram, I saw them, Angie and Mikey going at it in a patch of soft grass off the main path. I almost puked. But I’m sorry you have both a lying girlfriend and best friend. Maybe one day you’ll realize that they are not who they always say they are.
But I always am, I have Never lied to you. Not once since I first said hello to you in the 4th grade and here we are 8 years later. And I’m still more trustworthy than your girlfriend and your best friend.
I’m not going to go as far as to say that I have to told you everything because 1. I never talk to you out of the few classes we have 2. Telling you that I’ve been in love with you from 4th grade to now would be really humiliating 3. Angie would ruin my life if I got to close to you.
So here I am doing what I never thought I would, and revealing my feelings for you. I swear if you ever read this, I’m just going to blame it on my crazy late night thoughts because right now, it is 11:54pm. and here I am writing a letter to you.
From/Love
Casey
So I don’t like writing, and now that I have written this letter, I have to hide it... right after I go get a sandwich.
As I walk out of my room leaving the letter open on my desk, I walk into Aaron.
He looks at me like he’s about to say something, excuse me perhaps, but then he sees the red/maroon color my face has become and unexpectedly bursts out laughing.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” He says to me still clutching his stomach.
“It was no ghost, just you.” And at that, I shuffle as fast as I can down the hall to the kitchen where I make the most delicious sandwich EVER.
