anonymous love simkus

ningyo

ningyo is a word meaning mermaid, which brings beauty and good fortune unless taken against it's will, which brings war and calamity
人魚

usually these words have a special meaning

that i can relate to this letter i write

but today

i just wanted to talk about mermaids

there's nothing special of symbolic pertaining to my love for you

but i just really like the word ningyo

so i guess i could say to me you are like ningyo

because you are really cool and stuff

but i don't really want to

mermaids are so cool

the fact that they can breathe underwater

is just amazing

i mean like

wouldn't it be cool to be able to breathe underwater

and talk underwater

i don't know why i'm even writing about this

i'm not that passionate about mermaids

but i am passionate about you

haha there

now i can relate this back to you

even though ningyo is cool on the outside

you are cool on both the inside and the outside

this letter meant absolutely nothing at all

but i mean does it matter

probably not

right on schedule i opened my locker the next week after lunch and pulled out the paper. i couldn't help but giggle at the silliness of the letter.

i pocketed the paper and began to walk to class. before i made it my buddy josh ran up beside me.

he asked me what the paper was and i brushed it off as nothing. he didn't believe me and snatched it out of my pocket.

he asked me in a sly voice what the other more passionate notes had said. i snatched it back and told him it was none of his business.

he asked me if i knew who it was from and i said no. he begged me to let him snoop but i refused. i wanted to figure out who it was on my own.

i sat down in history and like i do everyday, i looked toward the window seat. to my dismay he wasn't in his seat yet. it's strange cause he is always the first person to class. 

a minute before the bell rings he walks in behind his brother and sits down, starting to draw some butterflies that looked kinda like bees. i wondered how he always came up with these ideas.

history flew and five minutes before class ended daniel got called down to the office. i realized this was my chance to finally talk to the mystery, without daniel warding me off before I can get a single word out.

once the bell rang i walked over to simon's desk where he was packing up his sketchbook, "hey i really like your drawing, do you take an art class or something" wow real smooth markus.

"oh um i-uh. no i don't but thanks" he smiled shyly up at me and started blushing. i picked up his bag for him as we stood up, "oh uh- thanks but i can get it" he spoke quickly as he grabbed his bag.

i couldn't help myself as he walked out and i looked down at his ass. damn it was nice (aaahhhh it killed me to write that).

i sighed and shook my head as i walked out of the classroom.