Dear November,
You are cold and bitter and misleading when you break the day with bright sunrays. Suddenly, there's a hiatus of festivity because you are the month between Halloween and Christmas, and there's much to be missed with the too-early winter ads. Then again, maybe I shouldn't be telling you who you are.
Today was boring. For some reason, there are people that think I'm actually good at basketball. I'm not. I'm much better at making metaphors, burning bridges, and playing horn. November, what do you do when you realize the crush you had on someone hadn't dissolved as much as you'd thought? What do you do when that someone dated one of your other friends?
It doesn't take a genius to know these feelings aren't reciprocated. Nor that I likely won't care about this in a year. The worst and best things about these crushes: they don't last. Maybe not this one, though. It's been on and off for far too long.
Who am I to cut it off? Our hearts might as well be entirely different beings.
Sincerely, Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear november
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
