to my rose,
i am delighted by your reaction to my last letter. i saw you reading it in the study, where the last letter focused, as the rose blush bit at your cheeks and breathed down your neck. i only caught a glance, since charlie made his presence known and i looked away.
anyhow, when i gaze longingly at you from my seat in class, i cannot help myself. your dusty, almost ginger hair is messily sprawled once again. it is difficult to look at you for a long time, but i seem to manage. i am deeply infatuated, as obvious as it is, i will keep it hidden.
i await your reaction to this, my love.
yours,
an admirer.
YOU ARE READING
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒.
Fanfiction1960. note style. neil always receives a note in the five centuries of verse book just before each meeting from a signed, "to my rose." with all of the members of the dead poets society making fun of him for the letters, neil decides to ask their h...
