Dear Anna,
I had my first soccer practice since two years ago today.
And I finally got my tan back. I've gotten so pale over the past few months, we're literally the same tone! (That was a joke by the way). But I bet you'd kill to see me with this tan, because according to Oliver who is perfectly straight, he said I looked hot. I probably made a few girls drool violently while jogging around the track field. (That was also a joke).
My heart is for you and you alone.
I bumped into Ms. Martins after soccer practice. She asked if I was alright now and I told her I wasn't sure. But I promised her I'll go back to joining art class soon. Because art is what you and I both love. I want something in common with you. It makes me feel like we're closer to each other even though you're far away.
I love you.
Connor.
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Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]
Teen Fiction"Is this how you plan to get out of the labyrinth of suffering?" "It's a metaphor of life, Anna." Copyright © 2014 by Brooklyn Anne. All Rights Reserved. Dedicated to those who have lost someone they truly loved.