Yours truly, Anna

Letter Two

Letter Two

Dear Will,

The first time you saw me was two weeks after I first saw you.

I remember I was talking to my English teacher, arguing with him about how he had marked me unjustly on one of the assignments. It was an essay that I wrote on the novel we were studying.

I didn't notice then, but you were standing at the door listening to the whole conversation. At the end, my English teacher managed to convince me that my essay wasn't as good as I thought it was.

I came out of the class feeling devastated and you grabbed my essay right out of my hands. I looked up, surprised, and when I saw you standing so close to me, my surprise turned into shock, then fear, then happiness and then I was just feeling a mix of too many emotions all at once.

I could not stop tugging on my sweater sleeve as I watched you read over my essay. Your eyes were intense and somewhat calculating. Concentrated on the writing you were reading. My writing. I noticed your hands. I always loved your hands. They were so perfect, all I wanted to do was hold your hand and never let go.

I remember thinking how dejected I would feel, if you looked up and told me the same thing my teacher had just told me.

But you caught me by surprise when you grabbed my arm. You literally caught me and pulled me to the side. I realized you had pulled me over to where your locker was.

You asked me if I minded if you took a picture of my essay. I didn't mind. I soon discovered you had pulled me towards your locker to take out your phone.

First you took a picture of my essay.

Then you looked at my hands. And my gray sweater. And my heart necklace. And my clearly flushed face.

And without asking me first, you then took a picture of me. Needless to say, I was too shocked to react.

You gave me your phone and then you took my number. I felt paralysed the entire time.

You also said you loved my essay and the way I wrote. You started talking about the novel we were studying and complained about my English teacher not knowing real literature even if it slapped him in the face.

I didn't really pay attention to what you were saying when you told me all that. I stared at your face and watched your lips move. And I hoped really hard that this wasn't a dream. Good thing it wasn't.

Yours truly,

Anna