November 3, 2018
M is for Mom
I'm talking about my mom because I just told her about you today. It was not planned. It just happened. Why? I also don't know.
Actually I do know.
Do you remember when I wrote the first letter? Then take a look at the date on this letter. How long is the gap in between? The answer is equivalent to how long I have been holding in this ¿crush? for you. And keeping it inside as a secret with no one to share it with, slowly built up pressure inside me that inevitably I reached a point where even just the smallest push would tip me over. That happened today.
There's nothing even significant about this day. I was doing my usual routine catching up on anything new about you, and somehow that seemed to be the last straw needed that when I was sitting on the dinner table and Mom sat too the desire to just talk about you just can't be helped anymore. And that's the story of how my Mom knew of you.
Of course, I have to give you a label if I'm going to introduce you to my Mom. What came out was "crush". I told her how I knew of you. I also told her one concern I have about you. And as expected, because I really did see it coming, she doesn't like you (for me).
It sounds crazy, doesn't it? I mean it's just a crush (if it even is at all). You don't know me. We don't know each other. But I guess it's normal to hope for something more someday whenever you have a crush? I don't know anymore honestly.
Guess you're not Mom-approved,
Just Anon
