June 21, 1985
Phone Conversation:
Harry: Hi. Did I disturb you?
K: You never struck me as a disturbance, Harry.
Harry: You are the best, paperclip.
K: I told you to drop that very unusual nickname.
Harry: It’s not unusual. It’s you. You’re unique. The best woman in the world.
K: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Enough about me. I know there is a reason why you’ve decided to call me at five o’clock in the morning.
Harry: I can’t sleep.
K: Hmm… why don’t you try counting sheep? That may help put you to sleep.
Harry: No, that’ll never work on me.
K: What’s bothering you, Harry?
Harry: I can’t stop thinking about a girl.
K: Do you like her?
Harry: I’m in love with her, actually.
K: Oh?
Harry: Yeah. She’s funny, smart and very humble.
K: She sounds like a great person.
Harry: That’s cause she is, paperclip.
K: Then what’s stopping you?
Harry: I don’t think she feels the same way about me.
K: That’s impossible, Harry.
Harry: Unfortunately, my charm doesn’t work on her.
K: Did you tell her?
Harry: What?
K: That you’re in love with her!
Harry: No. I’m, don’t laugh, scared.
K: About what?
Harry: Of the truth.
K: Maybe she loves you too, you know.
Harry: I’m giving it my best to let her know everyday that I love her. In my own little ways, but she’s just so dense.
K: Maybe she’s just waiting for you to have courage and speak up.
Harry: I hope so.
Hey Harry,
Tell her that you love her. Don’t be like me, Harry. Please never be afraid to speak your mind. I love you, but I also accept the truth that you’ll never see me more than just a friend you can lean on, good times and bad times. Fate has planned something else for the both of us. Go on and take the road that’s meant for you. Always remember that you have a friend who’s here to offer you a prayer whenever you need one.
Your mom phoned me yesterday. She said something about an excursion to Mount Rushmore. Please let her know that I can’t go as I’ll be busy for the next couple of weeks.
I love you more than the paper loves the pencil.
Hopeful forever,
K
(Written on a piece of paper)
Not Mailed
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Teen FictionA collection of letters written by a woman who, for some reason, never had it all mailed to the man she was in love with.
