5 months later.
Dear Annie,
We are now so close that I stopped writing you letters.
I mean, what's the point of writing you letters if you're with me tweny-four/seven ?
You are haunting my mind, Annie.
But tonight, tonight I'm writing you one.
Something happened.
Laelynn talked to me.
-"Hi ! Why are you sitting all by yourself, Lucas ?" she asks
She was wearing a flower crown, Annie. Covered with wonderful flowers. Oh, she was beautiful Annie. The most magnificient woman I've ever seen. Her eyes were fireflies, Annie. Why would someone so fascinating approach someone like me ?
a boring
an insignificant
an ordinary
a sad
person like me.
-" I was just thinking " I respond.
She sat next to me, Annie. Laelynn sat right next to me.
And we talked. For an hour.
Well.. she talked and I listened. I loved it. I love the way she smiles when she's telling a funny story. I love that she kept talking to me even if I didn't respond. I love that she's herself, I love tha-
-"So, what do you say ? Are you down for ice cream tomorrow? " she smiles.
-" Sure, yeah. "
Annie, I have a date tomorrow.
a date with Lae
I'm happy. I'm smiling. I haven't felt like this since 6 months.
the feeling of H A P P I N E S S
YOU ARE READING
Dear Annie, (short story)
RomanceYou won't leave me alone. Don't you get that I hate you Let me go, Annie. Please do.
