Dear Bria [z.m.]

Two: I̱ Pró̱ti̱ Forá (The First Time)

This chapter is dedicated to JAZNIM or snowdropnarry on twitter. We recently talked and its really nice talking to someone who gets you all the time that's what I found about you, ianna. Hoping to know the more of you, when we meet! You guys should check out their stories especially Switched! 

4:20 PM (Greece Time)

From my last sip of coffee I immediately looked at the box beside me. I couldn't help to plaster a smile on my face but at the same time guilty of what I did. Zayn wanted to know how much he loves me almost everyday when were together and until now. The feeling of guilt is eating me alive I wanted to have fresh air, new people to encounter with not like in Hollywood were people will tell you everything that you need to do. That's why I wanted to escape, runaway from that kind of world and here I am a coward, guilty and broken person looking at the box my prince gave to me. A tear just flowed through my left eye and I carefully wiped it away. My hands are now fiddling to the box opening it and getting the next letter. 

May 11, 2013

10000 Southwoods Boulevard, Long Beach, California

Long Beach California 

Dear Bria,

Hello there again! And yes, I've written another letter for you again cause bree I've been thinking about you. Not only right now but with every minute, every second, every hour of everyday. I know it's sounds creepy but my princess you're all I could think about. And I know I still have to deal with college shits but something interesting happened today at school.

Let me start by my professor lecturing us about beauty. He defines "beauty as what you feel about yourself not when you looked at the mirror and beauty is not just any about a girl or a lady but men can also define beauty" he says. As a matter of fact, my class right now is full of guys so he wants us to define what beauty is by illustrating it. You know what I define beauty is? I define beauty as you. You are beauty. Beauty is you. I didn't define beauty just because you're the most beautiful girl I ever met considering the number of girls dying to be with me (sorry 'bout that) but I define it like you cause beauty isn't about having a pretty face. It's about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart and most importantly a beautiful soul. Just like what I told you many times that even in your the limelight of hollywood you still have a caring heart for your fans and even haters. That's one of the millions of things that I love about you. I may say that God really made time to make Bria Murray cause he made a wondrous piece of art that every guy or even lesbians are dying to be with her. 

Back to the story, yes I drew you. There's an attached photo of my drawing of you in this letter just so you know and I'm hoping one day you would appreciate my sketches. Yes, sketches. When I have time I always make a sketch of you so in that way I feel really close in your heart. Also, I'm hoping one day you would notice me and not just a craze fan that wants attention. I don't want any attention from anyone, my princess. I want yours and only yours. 

I better stop now cause this is getting nonsense all ready. I'd leave you with a short poem I made just about now: 

And if you're ever

feeling lonely

just look at the 

moon,

someone,

somewhere, 

is looking right at it too. 

I'm always looking at it, bree. In this way, I hope you're going to look at it too. 

Yours truly,