My Dear Orange,
I'm anxious. Frustrated. Angry. Sad too, maybe. I don't know for sure.
Let me reply back to your letter, Orange. Let me tell you what my feelings were before and what they have been moulded into now.
It's bad manners to just do the talking and not listen to what the other has to say. I too, wanted to reply back. Maybe not the reply you wanted, but I did have some feelings and emotions I wanted to put into words and convey to you, before you decided you were bored and ended your little game.
Well Orange, let me tell you, my heart is buried in mixed feelings. Maybe I'm just guilty. I should have responded at time. If only I had acted quickly... But I find it an obligation to reply back to your letter. It is my duty, or else I might not be able to focus on what's ahead, nor might I be able to move forward. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm definitely not doing this for your sake, but for my and only my sake. I need to do this.
So my dear Orange, please allow me to lighten my chest a little and put down my feelings into words.
Here is my reply to your half-paged love letter...
Yours truly,
Roll number 6.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Orange
Romance"Who is Roll number 6?" "Who wore the pink sweater on Tuesday?". What was up with the class all of a sudden? Why were all the girls and boys suddenly eyeing me and laughing as if I were a piece of entertainment? The answer to it all was a cheesy let...
