✔️ (🏹) 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻-STENBROUGH!

Four

To My Lost Lover-
Four!

To my lost lover;

Plot.
The plot of a story.

Stories.
Stories filled with thoughts
and dreams and memories.

Plot.
Do you have the plot
of your life?

The reason I bring
up plot in this 
letter is because I'm
curious.

Today I think I am going
 to out myself,
tell you who it is,
writing these soon
to be unanonymous
letters, each with the 
subtitle "To my lost lover".

Today I went to the Derry
Drugstore, in order to
get candy for the movie
night I planned with
my brother, Georgie.
I had twenty cents
and I was about to 
pick out some candy,
when I saw a certain
curly haired boy
in the make-up section.

"S-Stanley?" I asked.
You looked up, a
crimson red scattering
your face. 

You quickly shoved the
plum lipstick you
were holding back
onto the shelve it 
came from and shyly 
whispered, "H-hey, Bill."

I couldn't help but smile.
You know my name.
Thank you, Stanley.
"W-what brings y-you
here to-today?"

"J-just shopping...
for my sister."

"Love, I d-don't think-k 
you h-have a s-s-sister,
from w-what I've heard
you say, o-of c-course."

You looked up at
me, fear and pleasure
mixed as one in 
your eyes.
"You listen?"

I begin to frown, 
and you copied my
actions."O-of course I d-do.
Does n-n-no one e-else?"

You shyly shrugged. 
"It doesn't m-matter,
really. I'm nothing special."

I felt tears poking
my eyes. It hurt, not the sharp
pain that stung my
eyes, but the fact
that you considered yourself
'nothing special'.
Stanley Uris, you are
my world. Of course, I
could never tell you that.

"S-Stan... I kn-know we
don't know each o-other
w-well, or at least y-you
don't know m-me, but
I know th-that you are
uh-amazing. Pluh-please,
never s-suh-say that abuh-bout 
yourself uh-again."

You immediately hugged
me. It was a beautiful feeling.
I have never felt safer,
more loved than when I do
when I am with you.

We talked a bit more,
but before I let
you leave I said,
"Thuh-that color wuh-would
luh-look great on yuh-you."

You blushed as I winked
and, to my surprise,
kissed your hand.
Why did I do that?
We don't even talk,
and now I must seem
like a creep.
I'm so sorry, Stanley.

Going back to plot,
do you ever foresee
me in your plot of life?
I see you in my plot. I think we're
in the rising action.
But I have one problem-
every plot has a conflict,
but... I don't know mine.

There obviously is one,
or I probably wouldn't be
so hung over the topic.
But... what is it?
It's nothing about you,
that's one thing I'm sure of.
It's something about me.
But worst of all,
my plot will never end
until I resolve my conflict.
But the only way I want it
to end is with you.

Plot.
What do you foresee your
plot, your future as?

 -Yours truly,
    So Sorry