-My Dearest
To be totally honest with you, I have no clue how to write a love letter and I’m actually looking online to see how this is done. This site is giving me six steps to follow, so I’m sorry that you would have to sit and read this. Just imagine if you heard it straight from the horse’s mouth? It would have been ten times as funny as it is now. So, onto step one I guess?
Step one it says to reminisce...or remind your ‘significant other’ about the early stages. It has a big list here, so I’m going to follow it, if that’s okay. It says to start with some awkward moments. We both know there is a lot. Like that first night we met through a mutual friend. I was so lucky to be awake when I was. I remember that I was super tired due to studying for finals, so you instantly got to see my dorky side. From then, I knew I was going to catch feelings for you somewhere down the line. Look at me now? I am literally confessing to you through a letter that you will never see. Anyways, off topic. Next it says some things you did often together...well...since we live 130 miles away from each other we didn’t do very much together. But we did talk. A lot. Little– almost petty– arguments about whose handwriting was better or who was going to die first. I think we settled it down to either I will for doing something stupid like crossing the road without looking or we go at the same time, doing something stupid but something we enjoy. Now it say to talk about characteristics or quirks I noticed. I noticed your talent and your kindness right away. Your talents include drawing and writing poetry, and I have to say, a man who writes poetry is pretty ballsy. I know I write, but I could never write poetry. It takes a special person to do that. I only read poetry, it’s easier on my brain. Your drawings hold a sense of you and it’s amazing. Through some of your works, you seemed to make connections I could never make through my amateur writing. You were so kind when we first met, I felt like you were going to cause me some trouble. So, now that step one is out of the way, time for step two.
So, step two is gonna be kind of empty. It ways to pause, and you know I’m not good at pausing my life or thoughts or anything. It says to reflect. One thing you will know about me later on is I am terrible at reflecting. It’s just so hard. I never like to look into my failures, so I keep moving. Sure, I learn from my mistakes, but reflecting makes me crazy...especially if it’s for an English class. That shit can go to Hell. Anyways, back on topic. It’s asking me to reflect how far we’ve come. All I can say is I’m so happy we actually turned out to be friends...and we deal with each other’s randomness...well, more like my randomness. I know me talking about my irrational fear of hospitals late at night isn’t the ideal thing to be doing, but hey, you do it with me. We keep whatever is shared in this relationship confidential, so don’t go off and tell people I have a fear of the hospital staff touching me and I die instantly. Disease is no joke, they could have ebola or something.
Now, time for step three. Compliments. Muahaha, you know I can go on forever with these. So, let’s start with appearance first, shall we? Starting from top to bottom. You have the cutest hair. I mean, oh my goodness. Your hair, let me just say it, is the best hair. I love it so much. Your eyes are super pretty too. Every little thing about you is amazing, especially your smile. The real ones, not the fake one you use to put up a mask. You have this amazing personality that I can’t describe, even if I try super duper hard. I’m speechless...I don’t know what else to say. You are amazing. I love you so much..but you’ll never know since...you know...I’m never sending this. Ha joke’s on you boo.
Step four and five are going together. Thank and fast-forward. I want to thank you for the many times you somehow got a smile on my face. And I hope you continue to do that because my bitchy face isn’t the best to wake up to, trust me. I stare at it every morning while I try to pat my hair down. Anywhoozles. You just lighten up my day every time you send even a small message or text. You see to have that effect on people, and I’m happy if I can steal you for a bit. Thank you for being you...
~Unknown~
As I folded the note, I smiled to myself. No one had to know who this was from or who it was to. Just another anonymous confession left for a whisper in the wind. No one would expect it was from one love sick child living in a small farmhouse in Idaho to another who was whisked away to Canada.
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HI guys! I just wanted to say that this was a prompt from a friend who dared me to create this letter for someone. Let me tell you, my heart was poured I to this after taking four flippin hours to write it.
