Love Letters || Nessie

2 - Another Letter

Jessie~

"Jessie, there's another letter for you," a janitor said, coming into the studio I was in.

I slid my headphones off my ears and sat them on the stand. Lately, I've been receiving letters from someone. Someone who always signs them with 'N.'. And it wasn't a kind of letter you'd think a popstar would get. That it would mainly say how much the person loved me, and I was their idol. It wasn't Fan Mail. They were love letters.

I know I'm not supposed to be happy to receive them, since I had a boyfriend at the moment. But, I just couldn't help but smile when I had the letter in my hands. This person sure knew how to write and capture a girl's heart. They sound like an award-winning author, and they had the most beautiful handwriting. My thoughts were that it was a girl, but guys sometimes have beautiful handwriting. There were some guys I had known to have handwriting like that. So, I'm unsure of the gender.

The first day I have received one of the letters was still fresh in my mind. The person had written, the very first thing after 'Dear Jessica,' (which I knew the person was different, because most fans put either Jessie or Jessie J) was:

'I'm not like most fans, and this isn't a fan letter. It has more thoughts, and contains more feelings than the average fan mail that you always get. And it's shipped right to your door to make sure it's special...'

Now, each time I hear that I've gotten a letter, my stomach does a backflip for joy. The way the person makes me feel is unbelievable. And it's through a letter! How they compare my eyes to emeralds found in mines, and how they compared the color of my hair to "a raven's full, black feathers as their wings open and the light bounces off them as it readies itself for flight". My insides turn into jelly as I read the compliments that person gives me.

"What does it say?" My boyfriend, Luke, asks. He was sitting on the couch, staring at me intently. He knows about the letters, and I'm sure  he doesn't like them nor the person at all.

"I don't know. But, I'll wait until later to read it."

Truthfully, I didn't want him to know what the paper contained. He would most likely blow a gasket and accuse me of something I didn't do. Like cheating. And our relationship was great, and I didn't want to ruin it by reading him what somebody wrote me. Besides, it's personal, and this mystery person spills their heart and soul out to me. I can't be a terrible person and read it like it was a story!

So, I dropped it in my purse and stepped back into the booth. I was extremely happy that I had something to look forward to when I'm home and alone. With a huge smile on my face, I slid the headphones back over my ears as the instrumental to the song began.

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"I won't be home until later on tonight," Luke said when my session was done. He did a little pout with his bottom lip that I couldn't help but smile at.

"Baby, it's okay. I was going to order pizza, but I guess I could cook," I said.

"Please? Your cooking is the best."

"Fine, I will."

Luke smiled and gave me a kiss on my lips before I left. The main thing on my mind was the letter. I was so excited that I wanted to read it in my car right then and there. But it took all my willpower to wait until after I got home and took a shower.

Sitting on my bed in shorts and a t-shirt, I took the envelope from my bag and admired the way they wrote my name in the front in beautiful calligraphy.  It made me wonder if they had to take a class to make it this beautiful, or if it just came natural to them.

Carefully, I opened the envelope and pulled the folded letter out. As always, the letter started out as 'Dear Jessica,' and I don't think I'll ever tire of it. I read the letter over twice, reading of how this person had saw me walking down the street one day, and they promised they weren't a stalker. Then they said they were coming to my upcoming concert. Quickly, I pulled my phone out and went to my calendar. My next concert was next week, exactly a whole week away, in LA. The person lives in LA. So I probably have seen them, but paid no attention to who they were.

This excited me. Finally, I could possibly meet the person who's been writing me love letters!

A/N: This probably sucks really bad right now. Buuuuuut, it's too late to turn back now. It feels awful having to unpublish a book, ya know? Like, after you work so hard on it, then you have no motivation, and it's like poof!

Anyways, I may republish it in the far future. FAR future.