"Letter?" I whisper to myself as I open my locker.
A neat complex signature shown.
Unable to read it.
I open it.
Dear Girl,
I don't really know your name, but I would love to know it. You sit in my Algebra III class, I figured we could get to know each other?
You really never acknowledged me, only stared for two seconds. Did I mention you have really pretty eyes?
What are they? Chocolate, chestnut? Brown, honey, wait ...
Hazel.
See ya later!
-R
I gasp.
A letter.
YOU ARE READING
Please don't love me
PoetryJulia is afraid to be judged. The fear of the pain she would feel comes to overtake her mind. She has become distant to her peers and family. College is her main goal, she never looks back. Even after leaving Ronan.
