dear jack,
it's been a while since i've written,
the boy i wrote about?
we became the best of friends,
not like you and i - better.
two weeks later he asked me out.
he's happy, energetic,
he's so smart,
his black rimmed simplistic glasses always making him look like an architect.
he always smells of a concoction of sandalwood and cinnamon,
his light brown hair always looking messy yet beautiful.
i love watching him paint,
bitting his lip and getting angry at himself,
for getting the color wrong,
for the twenty-fourth time.
he knows how to talk to me,
always full of charming words,
loving compliments,
and corny jokes,
the way he makes me feel is addictive,
i feel so alive,
he's lit a dancing flame of fire in my heart,
and it burns away all the darkness.
he accepts me for who i am,
and kisses the scars left behind in my soul,
he's perfect for me,
and i'm happy to say,
i no longer want you in my life.
this is my last letter.
i turn eighteen tomorrow.
and tomorrow he and i are moving to san francisco,
the place i've always wanted to live in.
and these letters are being shipped to you,
by tomorrow morning.
so long,
audrey.
YOU ARE READING
letters to jack. (✓)
Kısa Hikayedear jack, these are letters i've written for you but hope you never find.