Somewhere In Brooklyn

20 - November 23

November 23, 2017 - I marked today's date in my calendar before writing this letter.

Do you know why today is special, Althea? Do you know why I smiled at you earlier?

Because we were sitting beside each other at the train. You chose to sit beside me.

I don't know why I feel like I needed to clarify that but I'm so happy right now that I would run down the street, screaming "My crush sat down beside me earlier!" at the top of my lungs if I could.

I wish I could say that it felt like heaven, having you near beside me. But it was more than that. I felt everything at once then I felt nothing at all then everything again. I tried to ignore the deafening thud thud of my heart and the tightening knots in my stomach. But it was so hard when you were just right there, sitting a few centimeters away.

I was wrong about strawberry or rose and vanilla. Your hair smelled like coconut.

I had a trouble breathing when you were silently giggling about the book you were reading and when you were humming along to the song you were listening to. I had to shut my eyes close when you were bouncing up your leg, accidentally brushing into mine. I had to wipe my sweaty palms inside the pocket of my hoodie when you were muttering a few profanities.

Out of curiosity, I subtly sneaked a peek at the book you were reading. I couldn't read what the title says. But the cover was in a shade of blue with a blonde girl wearing a blue dress, facing her back to its readers.

Did you enjoy reading it? Is it some kind of a dystopian novel where the heroine was chosen to be the savior of the entire kingdom even though she's an outcast or she doesn't want to be a royal?

I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to search for that book later.