Notes to Juliet

Chapter Two

1.21.13

It seems like no matter where I go whenever I return to my locker there's always another love note waiting for me.

I keep them in the pocket of this journal so they don't get lost, butnif anybody found them I'm sure my life might just be ruined. And itnwould be awfully embaressing for whiever Anon is.

I think that's what I'll call him from now on, so he at least has a name.

Before I get to the note I found today I wanted to tell you about Eric.

Eric is considered popular, I guess, but that doesn't mean that he is out of my league.

He has blonde hair and a set jaw, hes on the baseball and basketball team so I'm sure he's pretty muscular, he's taller than most guys and has gorgeous blue eyes. It's too bad his glasses sometimes cover it up.

He's the boy I've had a crush on for what seems like ages. Sometimes I think he might be the one sending the notes, but then I remember how he looks straight threw me, and barely notices I'm there.

It's a bit disappointing, sure, but I guess I'll just learn to move on. Besides, I've got Cassie and Damien and they're all I need.

The way I got the note was a little different today, though. I got it rightnin the middle of homeroom.

An office aid came in and announced my name among the unforgettable eyes peircing toward me from my peers. I raise my hand and she walks over, handing me the paper. I immediately know what it is and wish I could just curl up into a tiny ball and dissappear from sight.

Cassie and Damien, who are both in my homeroom, lean over at what seems like the exact same time to pester me.

Cassie: What's that?

Me: I don't know.

Damien: Yes you do. What does it say?

Cassie: Are you in trouble?

Damien: That doesn't look like the notes you get from the office.

Me: It's not, okay?  I'll tell you after class.

I had to say anything to get them off my backs about the note..

Which reads, as follows:

"I try to sleep now as I think of you,

pretend to cuddle as we used to do.

Your soft warm body up against mine.

we'd spend hours, holding each other,

for such a long time.

I remember then, how I used to fear,

when the day would come, where you're not here.

But my fears of then have become reality.

and I have turned victim to my own brutality.

Not a single night comes, where I can sleep.

For I'm busy suppressing my feelings for you, buried deep.

I close my eyes, but all I see is you.

Wishing you were here, wishing it was true.

But it is all a lie, it will never be.

Your love for me is gone, but that I refuse to see.

How could you have gone and treated me like that?

Just trying to talk to you makes me feel like I'm in combat.

It's almost as if you like seeing my pain.

As if by tasting my tears you have something to gain.

Why do I find it,  so hard, just to say goodbye?

When all you ever do, is make me cry?

Why can't I just forget you, like you've forgotten  me.

Why can't I see...

We're not meant to be...

k.l."

I stare at the paper all during homeroom, rereading the words over and over again, trying to find some meaning, or truth behind them.

But I can't.

The obvious theory is that an ex is sending the poems.

Only problem is, I've never had a boyfriend before.

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-A