Letter 2

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Dear new boy in my life,
There are few things I want you to know-
For starters, you're as pretty as it gets, a little less than the dusk though. ( no I don't mean it, haven't seen the dusk in a while)
You make me feel like I'm not a monster with a scary face. I'm not afraid to click my photos or think much about my appearance. I mean I try to keep up but I'm not insecure anymore :)
I'm not worried about what's going to happen to you and me because you told me you're not expecting anything and I have no sword over my head. That feels relaxing.
Hey new boy,
You're not going to be here for long I know,
And I told you I'll not love you and you said you it was too much to expect that in the first place. That hurt but then, it hit me that you're just being honest.
When you say you'll hold my hand one day when we meet and press my knuckles on your cheeks, I hope you were being sarcastic. I'm afraid, I hope that day never comes.
You told me not to call you by your name anymore.
I'm bad with sweet names and nicknames.
So, I guess, I'll just call you the new boy.
I can go on and on about how happy I am because I thought I was useless and then you came around and thought I was fascinating :)
In short what I wanna tell you is-
For the first time I'm falling in LOVE,
Falling in love with MYSELF.
Like how bad could I be if you're interested in me right?

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