September 20, 2013
Dear Charlie,
I look at Caleb differently than I look at everyone else. I just noticed this. I look in him and not just at him because I want to see as much of him as possible. I want to know about his dreams and secrets. And the things that he thinks about before he goes to bed, because I want to think about them too. And I want him to know that I think that all of his thoughts are incredible. And that even his darkest secret must be beautiful.
Charlie, I wrote such a sad poem about a girl this morning. It's not really about me, but for some reason it fell out of me today and I jotted it down after breakfast. It's about a wallfower, kind of.
There was a single rose in a patch of a hundred daisies
Wild, dying, and useless
It wept there
And watched all of its petals come off
And hoped that the next storm wouldn't kill it
Because it had beautifully odd things hidden inside of it
But you couldn't see them until all its petals were dead and gone
There was a confused girl in a world of hate
Weird, sad, and worthless
She wept there
And watched everyone tear down her happiness
And hoped that the next time she cried she wouldn't kill herself
Because she had lovely amazing things inside of her
But you couldn't see them until her soul was dead and gone
I'm getting tired of all my sad poetry.
Love always, Alia
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Teen FictionDear readers, Charlie's life is beautifully parallel to mine. I write letters throughout my freshman year about finding myself, making new friends, and being a wallflower. These letters are about actual events that take place in my 9th grade year bu...
