Dear Michael | clifford

Letter 3

September 8th, 2013

Dear Michael,

Remember the day we met?

It was on a school night, in front of the movies.

I was waiting for my best friend Alexa to arrive but she ditched me right before the movie started and I was standing there all alone with one spare ticket for the movie I’ve been dying to see.

The Fault In Our Stars.

You don’t even want to know how much I cried while reading the book.

You asked me if I was alone and at first I was a bit afraid and thought about lying to you. You were so tall, dressed in all black and your hair was dyed in dyed in a bright green color. Even though I always acted like I hated you for always dying your hair, I secretly loved it.

 For a second I thought you were a raper or something but then I remembered what my Mom would always say to me ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. I didn’t want to be rude, so I actually told you the truth.

And that was the best decision of my life.

You offered to watch the movie with me; you even wanted to pay for my ticket. I thought that was very cute, Michael.

After the movie was over, I was bawling my eyes out and even though we just met you didn’t hesitate to comfort me by putting your arm around me and pulling me into a side hug.

I was very surprised that you didn’t shed one tear. After I told you that, you just said that men don’t cry. I didn’t agree with you, because I had seen a lot men crying but I didn’t say anything.

That night you also walked me home, even though I insisted that I could walk by myself but you didn’t want anything to happen to me. You cared so much about a girl you knew nothing about.

When we were standing on the porch, right in front of my house you hugged me goodbye and slowly walked through the garden back to the street.

“I never caught your name, beautiful.” You suddenly shouted, causing me to jump 5 feet in the air.

I turned around and looked ad you.

“It’s Mia.”

I keep replaying this day in my head. I should be mad at Alexa for ditching me but I’m not. I wouldn’t have met you that day, so I’m very thankful.

Love always,

Mia.

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by the way the dates at the beginng are the dates when mia wrote the letters (did that just make sense or not idk i hope you understand what i mean??)

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