The Notebook Never Sleeps

Dear Emeline

CHAPTER 1

    Your warm, friendly eyes and the peach fuzz on your face gave me the feeling that you had no intentions of hurting me. Truly, I still feel that during the second you took ahold of me with your eyes, you only meant well. I've always been insensitive to overt beauty until I met you. Your beauty overshadowed any spots of coolness your heart really held. Somehow, you didn't carry any photogenic features that one would see at a beauty pageant or in a teenage fashion magazine. Your qualities were not something that faded away with age or emotion. Your facets got as a strong as our relationship did. But even as we have deteriorated, those very qualities you hold have not. But maybe, (just maybe), there are times where your thoughts get ill and you can't go to sleep, and your mind crosses by the time we spent together. You see my face and you hear my words. You maybe even think of me.

Dear Emeline,

I don't know why I decided to write all of this to you at this hour. It's nearly 4 a.m., and god, I don't think you deserve this, but I made this promise to you. It's best if you know that my will to keep promises is stronger than any aspect of this whole thing. I refuse to call it a break-up, Emeline. You know we've broken up, like, a hundred times prior to this, but those were never genuine. I think this one's sincere. I mean, I hope. I didn't want to write this because I'm not so romantic at all, but I reminded myself that this shit doesn't have to be romantic. It just has to be, (like you said), "sincere." I guess I was always trying to run away from that, but you were too. So, technically, this is the only sincere part of our relationship, ever. Here it all goes. I need you to keep it.