Running home with the extra homework in my hands, I burst through the back gate and start sprinting towards my treehouse that my father and I built what I was ten. It's got an entire wall of windows and a rope ladder leading to the very top of the 2 story tree house. My mother calls it a fancy sort of tree house but I just call it my safe place. I chuck my extra work in my bag and begin my ascent to the very top to my little writing nook that not even my twin sister is allowed into. Pulling out my writing equipment along with what I use to write my letters. I put my pen to paper and start writing my first and last letter to the boy that I love but who will never love me back.
Dear Tommy,
I love you and you don't know this. You don't even know I exist for that matter.
It doesn't matter what I do you never will.
I'm just writing this letter to tell you that I love you and I hope you love your next love just as much as I love you cause I will probably never stop what I am feeling towards you right now at this very moment.
You see cause your eyes are the clearest I have ever seen and your smile makes me feel all different types of ways just with that smile of yours.
I know that you will probably throw this letter away as soon as you receive it and not even open the envelope. Plus you probably have heaps of other love letters from those other girls at school too. So what is just one weird love letter to throw away? right?
I know all this because I love you unconditionally and uncontrollably and I don't know when I will stop what I am feeling for you either.
Yours Unconditionally, Your secret admirer xx
Once I've completed the letter, I walk down to my letterbox put it in, put the flag up and head back inside waiting for the events of another day.
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Walking into school is strange, especially because of the fact that I mailed that letter on a whim but as I get to my locker I realise the hoard of students crowding around it. Along with Tommy, right in the centre of it all.
When I get through the hoard Tommy notices my presence. "Holly," he breathes as if my name is a prayer. "I love you too."
"How did you know it was me?"
He pulls me close and whispers, "I just did, I just knew it as soon as I read it." And with, he leans in an kisses me making the rest of the world fade away to nothing. When he pulled away I just had to ask.
"How did you really know it was me that sent you the letter Tommy?"
"Easy," he says smiling like a child on Christmas morning. "You left your return address and name on the back."
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My Secret Love // #writewithZo
Short StoryThis is an entry for the #writewithZo writing competition but despite that, I hope you all like it! :)
