The eyes of the human body can see more than 10 million colors, however my eyes only focused on the little things about you. Each chapter is a memory that we shared at one point. I thought you were the next "Drew Barry," but I was wrong.
This book...
For anyone who has an Apple phone, let me ask you something:Do you ever use your notes? Like the app that looks like a notepad and where you can write stuff down. Maybe some of you didn't know you even have an app like that but I do. I know because it's where I would always type her paragraphs.
Each guy has his own way of showing his affection towards the girl he likes and mine was writing her morning messages. Every day as soon as I woke up, I would instantly reach for my phone on my black nightstand which had my alarm clock that read "6:00", and go straight to the notes app. Once it was open, my mind would go to work while my fingers tip-tapped on my bright phone screen. Word after word and sentence after sentence I would write until I filled my whole screen with words. I never despised writing to her, in fact, I absolutely loved it. Nothing made my heart melt more than thinking of her reading my notes and seeing that jaw dropping smile spread out across her face.
While I won't go into specific detail about what I wrote into the notes, I will tell you that at the end of every message there would be three words: Alec Jacob Solis, my signature.
Sometimes when I want to remember how much I was 'in love' with her, I'll take a trip down memory lane and read what I wrote for you. I'll admit, I wrote some stuff that sounds super stupid but falling for someone makes you do stupid things right? I didn't just write one big paragraph for her on a special occasion, I wrote her multiple notes day after day, week after week. While some were as long as a letter, others were short like Haiku's. The size of the paragraphs didn't matter to me, I just really looked forward to the response she gave to me after.
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After a while, the paragraphs slowly started to fade away. It was a paragraph everyday, to one maybe every week, and eventually to none at all. I didn't stop caring for her, but the conversations became scarce ever since she started working. Some of the last paragraphs I wrote you weren't happy ones at all, they were more like me trying to gain your attention. You made these little messages go from being special, to flat out apology notes.
As for the messages saved in my phone, they'll always be there gathering dust. As for the countless hours I spent writing her them, I'll never get that time back. As for her, well I can only say good luck.
