Hey there Luke. It's me. I know you'll never read this and maybe that's why I've decided to pour my heart out to you in this 500 word letter. Although we both know 500 words isn't nearly enough for our...interesting story. Hmmm, where to begin? Let's start at sixth grade, when we "met", more or less. If I'm being frank, I never really payed mind to your existence. You were just the tall, curly haired blonde kid in my theater class. Seventh grade came along and nothing changed except for the fact that you were in my Spanish class and you were horrible at the language. Then eighth grade rolled around and BAM!! We suddenly noticed each other. We had our annual 80s themed back to school dance in the cafeteria where everyone was sweating, struggling to dance to the subpar music the DJ was playing, and happily getting fat off of the mini chip bags that moms would put in snack bags after a soccer game. In the middle of Tainted Love by Soft Cell, we had one of those iconic "stare at each other from across the room moments," except I was romantically shoving a handful of Cheetos in my mouth. I swear we held eye contact for a solid fourteen seconds, not that anyone's counting. Anywho, you walked over to me in an oversized, bulky letterman jacket that practically screamed Andrew Clark (The Breakfast Club). I, of course, was standing there awkwardly and wondering if I had enough time to sprint to the bathroom without seeming rude. You walked up in front of me and gave me a cute half grin. I adjusted my ripped gloves nervously and returned the smile.
"Hey," you yelled over the loud music.
"Hi Luke," I yelled back. "I really like that jacket."
"Oh really? Thanks, it was my dad's,"
"It's a really nice shade of blue"
"You can never go wrong with royal blue."
"You're not wrong, but everyone loves a good shade of cerulean."
"I know I enjoy a nice shade of periwinkle," you said with a chuckle.
And that's how the rest of the dance went. We sat in a corner, eating cookies and talking about different shades of colors we liked. I don't think I've ever had a better conversation in my life. Then that conversation turned into another one, and another one until it seemed we could never stop talking to each other. Every day I looked forward to our exchange of witty banter in the halls. At theater after school, we would sneak into the foyer, huddle up in the corner and just talk. I don't think I ever treasured a conversation more. Now we're both in 10th grade, we go to different schools, and I still find myself day dreaming about our talks, how we held hands, how I wanted to be with you every second of every day. I still feel that way and I think I always will. Thank you for that.
Love, Robyn
