Your Secret Admirer, Jacob (A Princeton Love Story)

Chapter ø2

- September 7th, 2011

The next day felt different than usual. I actually felt as though there was no cloudy weather over my head. I stepped into the school building to witness clear halls that were so silent that you could hear faint voices from the second floor. 

My first time being late to school. Good Bye, Perfect Attendance.

I went into my locker having a folded piece of pink paper that had a slight scent of roses to it fall onto the ground. Being the curious person I am, I unfolded it and read having my heart jump. 

Getting your note made me smile. 

I guess it wouldn't hurt to write for a while. 

You seem very sweet.

Tell me... When can we meet?

I wanna get to know you and talk face to face....

How about a date?

But only if you're down...

I know you might want to take it slow just so I can get to know... You.

You probably won't show yourself until the end of the year. Am I correct?

I think we have a great chance to connect...

But I must let you know that we can't. 

Tell me a little about yourself. That's cool. That's fine.

But I can't fall in love with you. It's not the right time.

I'm sorry.

--- ❤.

My heart was slowly breaking. I shook my head denying the fact that I just read what I read. 

No. No. No. It was supposed to be different this time. She was supposed to be different. 

I sighed ripping the paper up and stuffing it into my locker angrily. "Ugh!", I groaned resting my forehead against the cold steel of the locker. 

I won't stop giving my heart to her until she accepts it and gives me hers in return.

I don't know why, but she's so special to me. I want her to be the first one who accepts me as I am. I want to share laughs and cries with her...

Why? I don't know. She's the drug that I've never tried... but the one I seem to crave the most.

Tears stung my eyes as I sat on the floor against a bottom locker, and wrote back to her. 

You may be sorry, but I'm not.

I know I'm someone who doesn't have a shot.

But I just want to talk to you. 

You're my obsession... And I feel as though I can't live without you.

We may not know each other that well, but I just want to tell the tale...

That my heart has held back for years. 

I want you to be the first to hear...

And keep it to yourself just until...

That day when you feeling what I feel.

Accept me as I am. And write back whenever you can. Locker 280. I hope one day you'll save me... From this cold, lonely world.

--- Your Secret Admirer.