Moon Girl

Thirty Seven - Blake's Letter

Monday morning started out weird for Krystal. Blake told her yesterday he'd have to come in early to work on an assignment for class so she'd be by herself. The school halls felt like battle grounds.

I forgot how lonely these halls could be. I should have come in early too and sat in the library or something with Blake.

Krystal opened her locker. A white envelope wistfully tumbled to the ground. She bent down and pick it up, she immediately recognized the handwriting on the outside, Blake. She smiled and took it with her to class.

Once secured in her first hour seat, she opened the tucked in flap and pulled out the sheets of paper. She couldn't help the smile that filled her face. Krystal began to read.

Dear Moon Girl,
I am beyond honored that you wrote me a letter, even though you said I was the only person who you could write to, I know that's not true. My sisters clearly seem to adore you and vis versa. You could have written to my dad, your parents (even though they read your diary) or even Oma K (also, I'm surprised she hasn't asked for my hand in marriage yet!). Of everyone, you chose me, so thank you. I promise I won't let it go to my head....too much. Only a little, I promise! Let me start by saying you're welcome? I know you think I've done a lot for you, and maybe I have(well I know I have), but you've done a lot for me too. I like being around you. You make me laugh. I'm glad you trusted me with your secrets, even though you didn't have to. I mean, I got nosey and knew before, but. Ya know. Wow, I'm not good at this. Sorry, Krystal. Let's just power through. Yeah? Yeah. Okay. You wrote me such a wonderful letter and I feel like I'm writing nothing but words. I hope this makes you laugh, at least. Man, your laugh. I love your laugh. I could listen to you laugh all day. I think I like it best when you laugh because of me, it sounds different. Maybe not, I might be crazy. I'm not even talking to you and I feel nervous, my hands are sweaty. Gross. I'm going to reread your letter, I need new inspiration. I'm bad at this! - Okay, I've reread your letter and I think I've got this! You say thank you for all those things, but I have to admit, it was for my own selfish reasons at first. I wanted to get to know you. I wanted to know you for more than the scar on your face, because that's all people seemed to know. Once I got to know you and "forced my way in" as you said, it was so easy to stop being selfish and care for you. I care about you, I will also care for you too. Always. You've been a great friend to me. I appreciate that too. I enjoy your company and I'm sorry I fell asleep on Saturday. Who knew having your hair played with could feel so good? Well, I didn't. Clearly. Anyways, less embarrassing topic now please. Let's go back to you. I'm not embarrassed by that, never was. I just felt like that was something you needed to know. Not once, have I ever been embarrassed to be friends with you Krystal. Quite honestly, I like being the only person you let in. It makes me feel special, like I am of value. My mom said I would amount to big things in my life, I had no idea that being trusted by you would be one of them. Maybe that sounds cringy and maybe you're thinking "I'm just a person" but here's the thing. You're not just a person. You're my person. You're the person I share my secrets with. You're the person I like to hang out with the most. You're the person my family won't shut up about, and I patiently wait for them to bring you up so I can join in on the long conversations about you. Krystal Kamowski, you are my person, and thank you. I thought I was doing good, but after you I only the realized that I wasn't doing much of anything, just living okay. Here's the thing, here's what I've been trying to say this entire letter. I'm sure this thing could go on forever if I had the paper for it. There are so many things I like about you, there are lots of things I love about you! I love your laugh and smile and when you first smiled and laughed with me, I promised myself to do whatever it took to make that happen again and again and again. I like the way your hair shines in the sun, it's so mesmerizing. I love that you teach me new things constantly. I never thought one person can make such a difference, but they do. I've learned that being present in someone's life is more than just talking to them, it's being a shoulder to cry on, someone to help shoulder the burden of life. I like it when you don't wear makeup, but I think you're beautiful either way. I love that you're so close with your family and surprisingly with mine too. I think I could go on forever and since you're not here to stop me, I would. Krystal, what I'm trying to say in way too many words is, I like you. No, scratch that, I love you. Please don't let that scare you. Weirdly enough, the thought never once scared me. It scared me more that I thought you don't feel the same and not the fact of my own strong feelings. I don't expect you to love me, I'm okay if you don't. I'm even okay if you want to stay friends. I'm not okay with losing you though. So even if the answer is no, promise me we will stay friends. So here's me going out on a limb, Krystal, will you be my girlfriend?
Over the moon for you,
Rocket Man

Krystal smiled widely at the stack of papers in her hands. She folded them up to read them again in her next class. She would read it over and over again until she saw him. The boy who forced his way into her life has also found a spot in her heart. Dispute how scary it was to have someone close again, another person to lose, she was glad to have Blake.

Blake loves me. He said it. More than once. Blake Hardy loves me! His letter was adorable. I didn't assume to get such a letter. I honestly thought we talk about it for a minute or so and drop it. Instead, I got an entire NOVEL back! Even with all the bad things that have happened, good things can happen too. People can still be worth the risk. Thank the lord for Blake Hardy, he knows I've thanked Him enough for the entire Hardy family, the boy's especially.

🌙  🌙  🌙  🌙  🌙  🌙

They stood at opposite ends of the hall, catching glimpses of one another through the mesh of students.

My heart is pounding in my chest. All of these people are in the way.

I'm so nervous, I could vomit. She said nothing. No text. No note back. Radio silence. If I messed this up, I will hate myself. Forever.

They started to work their way though gobs of people towards one another.

Is this hall really this long? When has it ever been this long? Is this punishment?

Blake panted as he pushed through people.

Please move, I have a girl to get to.

I bet Nancy is doing this, she always loved her dramas and their theatrics.

When they finally made it through the crowds of people to each other, they just stopped and stared.

I think this is worse. She close, so close. She looks like the girl I met many moons ago. The girl who let no one in.

Blake Hardy, I love you. You have taught me how to breathe again, how to love again.

Neither one of them said something for a long time. Students bustled around them, but they were just background noice to them. Blake was the one to speak first.
"Listen, Krystal I-" she grabbed his face lightly and kissed him. Sparks flew, passion exploded.

Holy shit, she kissed me.

Holy shit, I kissed him.

I feel like I'm on fire with electricity.

I feel alive for the first time in a long time.

This is what it's supposed to feel like.

This is how it should be.

They pulled apart, but just barley. Just enough for them to breathe.
"Yes, I will." Krystal whispered. "And I love you too." Blake pulled her in for a bone crushing hug. She threw her head back in laughter. Neither one of them notices the gathering students, it didn't matter, they had each other. That's always what mattered.