Second Letter: The Start

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August 24, 2013


  Dear Vincent,

  The feelings that I have for you started without me even noticing ou wanting them. I was having some relationship issues and I didn't want more "trouble" in my life. However, every now and then there were times I paid attention to you, quick moments when I looked to you and felt something.

  Like in May of 2012, when our Physics teacher asked for the most intelligent student and we indicated you. The questions had nothing to do with the subject, they were tricky and funny. You were one row over and one seat down, so I turned myself to face you. Since I'm shy, it was one of the few moments I looked at you and I didn't feel embarrassed since I had a clear reason. My favorite moment was when he asked you about which words were prepositions. You answered that you would know if he asked one specific, but it wasn't what he was expecting. Let me explain: in the seventh grade, our English teacher taught a song for usto  memorize those words and that was what he wanted you to do it. But you didn't know it and when he explained about it, my friends and I recognized it and started singing it. It was funny because it wasn't something planned and we all laughed. Then, I looked to you one more time and you were looking me back. You had a puzzled look and when our eyes connected, there something holding me to you that didn't let me go. It was the first time I felt like that and wouldn't be the only. The situation made me write about you in my diary for the first time.

  About my diary, it isn't that exactly, it's more a week report. I actually already wrote in a daily basis but it was a few months after this and yes, you were the reason behind. Just for you to know, no one knows about it (again). It's just because I don't anyone know that all my secrets are written to anyone read. I named the file with a famous book title, so if someone finds it, he/she doesn't know exactly what is and I even write the names, I write only a letter. Yours, for instance, is F. It stands for your surname. Paranoid, I know. But that's me.

  Love,

  Kate


A.N.: I know it's short, but I'm having difficulties to put on paper, so this is it. I just needed to write it somehow.


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