letters to jack. (✓)

08 - a

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.