Letter Three
Dear Will,
You said my name the next day. I was cleaning my glasses with my t-shirt sleeve when you said it. I almost broke my glasses that day.
You said my name like it was something special and not just plain, old, boring, Anna. The way you said it made me feel all tingly inside. It made me want to stop what I was doing and hear you repeat my name until my ears got tired of hearing it.
It was after school and I was waiting for my mom to pick me up. You jogged towards me and said, hi Anna. I simply said hello and we didn't have much of a conversation. I don't know why I didn't say your name at the time. Something held me back. I gave you a small smile and you gave me a huge one.
You started talking about that essay I wrote and how wonderful your mother thought it was. I was shocked to hear that you showed it to your mother, but you said it was because she was an English major and you wanted her opinion. I just smiled and nodded and acted like I wasn't at all affected by this.
Oh, but I was. I was deeply affected.
I went home that day, closed my room door, wore my comfy clothes and sat down on my bed. Then I said your name. So quietly at first, it was barely a whisper. Then I said it so it was slightly more audible. I continued saying it about ten times more, increasing the loudness of my voice each time. The eleventh time I said your name, I yelled it. I yelled it so loud that Glenn, my dog, started to whine.
I enjoyed saying your name, Will.
Yours truly,
Anna
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Yours truly, Anna
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