Dear Boy,
This isn't a love letter. Only because I never loved you. It is, instead, what I like to consider an admiration note. There were no crazy sparks that shot out of me when I saw you, like the grand finale of a fireworks show. And my dreams did not revolve around the idea of you throwing rocks at my window, asking me to come watch the stars with you.
Rather, I smiled when you looked at me. And twirled my hair around in thought, as I remembered your eyes. Granted, I was upset when I found out you liked someone else. But never jealous. I was more saddened that I couldn't have you. What upset me was the fact that, yet again, I found someone who made me smile. And, yet again, he was sharing his smile with someone else. I am glad that you, atleast, are happy.
And I can't promise to never forget you. Because, to be honest, I won't even remember your name when I am 30. I might recall your smile, or the angle of your jaw. But nothing more. I just wanted you to know that you fascinated me for a short period of time. You made me want to be where you were. And at least attempt to not be such a sore to your eyes.
But I do not love you. And I did not love you. You are just another name on my list of admirations. One that I may stumble upon ten years from now. And wonder what that hell I was thinking.
Yet, still. I admired you.
With hope of a happy future to you,
Summer.
I am thinking of putting this on an application with a few other pieces of my work. I would really appreciate it if a few people could get back to me, quickly, and offer me advice. It would mean so much to me, along with helpping me greatly. Thank you for taking time to read my work. -Summer
