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Dear,
Tommy Williams
I am of course writing you a letter with words I could not manage to speak to you in person.
This is how I saw you.... How I fell in love with you.
The day I saw you, my thoughts collided even more on what it would feel like to have a boy like you by my side.
What it will fell like to be
loved,
Be able to
Laugh,
Make you
Smile,
And most of all hug you.
I was standing alone, in the comforting weather of Chicago. The laves of the trees were in the shades of yellow,orange, and light green. All scattered on the sidewalks. They beautifully were displayed ahead the path to my bus stop. I had walked about 10 blocks to it, just for a simple chance of getting a seat. I gave a breath to the air, I could see it due to the cool air. I shivered. I brought my arms around me to get some warmth I did not have. The leaves rattled as the wind blew gently. I took a look at my pink-leather watch, the golden rim and glass shinned with the hint of sunlight.
3:45 well at least the bus will arrive in five minutes.
I kept looking ahead of the streets, hoping somehow the stupid bus would arrive soon. I swear the weather was adaptable but I cannot control my body temperature therefore, I keep shivering nonstop. My sister clearly told me to wear something more than a thin lace sweater. I should of listened. But as rebellious am. I of course disobeyed.
As soon as time passed, more and more students appeared at the bus stop like a spreadable disease you cannot control. I tried finding any familiar faces from these unknown ones. I did not know anyone.
The second I turn to face the direction where the bus comes. I see the lights from the bus. As it approaches, people begin to slightly push for a chance to get in the bus first. I am caught right in the center of the aggression. I roll my eyes in frustration. The bus stops right in front of me. Two blue electronic doors open. A blond girl walks right in front of me as I was about to walk. I let out a slow breath. She goes in and I follow. I insert my dollar into the money register. Luckily, I find an empty seat near the front and I sit tired from the waiting.
I wait for everyone to come inside. Mostly they stood in front of the bus instead of going to the back, where there is so much room. Everything begins to get crowded till the bus driver tells them to move. And slow as a turtle they do, leaving enough space for more students to come.
The bus begins to drive its typical bus route. Then it stops to the next stop. And that's when I see you. In a black blazer, denim jeans and black shirt. You pay and stay with your friends, talking. I don't look away. I study your perfect features. Your dark brown hair is in a freshly haircut, short on the sides tall in the front. You have a small diamond earring in your right ear. Your eyes then adjust on mines. Your lips are pressed in a thin line. I can't believe you just noticed me. I look away afraid you never looked at me, again. After a few more stops, I turn to face you. But you no longer are looking at me. That's when I notices your rosie pink checks, a sign of the coldness. You give your friends a smile. Flashing your straight white teeth. Without a warning you steal a glance from me and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't realize I had a smile across my face. He noticed me, I thought. I slightly shake off the thought inside my head. I quickly stand and glance at the person next to me.
A girl. She's pretty... Of course you weren't looking at me. Of course. I shove my way to where you are. I slightly push you as I get out. I noticed how you gave me a concerned look before I stepped out of the bus. Again fresh air. I take a deep breath and being to walk into the horizon.
Yours truly,
Sky ✉
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