Dear Jisung,
"I'll swear upon the rest of my life
There won't be another you, you're my last"
Love, Rosie
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| Title is inspired to the movie "Love, Rosi...
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Rosie squealed as she runs to her bedroom, alarming her mother who was busy cooking for dinner.
She cannot believe everything that happened today, she felt like the heavens favored her wishes and she felt like fate is working with her too.
Her heart is still thumping hard that it might fall off her chest. She closes the door behind her and tugged her heart through her shirt, exhaling slowly while eyes closed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" She squealed once again, her hands turning into a fist while harshly closing her eyes.
She was so happy, she never felt so alive until today. She may be overreacting but she chose not to burst her bubble.
She dashed to her desk, opening another stationery paper then grabbing her pen.
Dear Jisung,
I hope you didn't notice how i practically stare deep into your eyes as we talk. I was just amazed and mesmerized by the beauty you hold. I was so happy we get to hang out and talk today, i need to thank the creator of your soccer ball and for the force and direction of your soccer ball, if it wasn't for it, we wouldn't talk and i won't have the guts to approach you. When our hands clasped together, did you feel it? the sparks? the electricity? And when we looked at each other, your eyes are like two pools, deep pools, I'm afraid I'd drown. When you talk, your voice brings peace and calmness to my inner chaos. Your nose, your eyebrows and your jawline, your whole face is like straight from a masterpiece, i feel like talking to an art. Are you aware of your beauty?
Love, Rosie
"Rosie, Dinner is ready! come down" Her mother shouted from downstairs. She smiled as she folded the paper, adding it to her collection of letters.
