Technically, it's already morning, but the sky is dark and everything is quiet. So lets pretend that this is still night.
I had a cup of coffee, which I now deeply regret because I cannot sleep. Not that I didn't try though. A few hours ago, I crawled up into my bed, filled with mountains of pillows and thick wollen blankets, and attempted to sleep. It didn't work; I couldn't close my eyes. My mind was alive and practically screaming for me to do something other than sleep.
Coffee and biscuits.
I normally just lie in bed, eyes wide open, looking out of my window at the stars above. My bed is surrounded by stars because I have big windows and no curtains.
But tonight, I decided to try something different. I will definitely regret this in the morning, but I guess that's what makes this fun.
This was a letter I wrote to the boy who sat next to me in class when I was 13. Excuse me if the spelling is wrong, or if it doesn't make sense. I was 13 after all.
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Hi.
I don't know much about you, except for the fact that you are reading this, and that you are alive. I think this needs to change. Because people like you deserve to be
get-to-known. Really, you do. And I've even made a list why.
1)Because you are so so strange, and I like strange.
2)Because your smile is magic and makes me want to smile too.
3)Because you have eyes as dark as night, and night is my favourite time of the day.
4)Because you laugh at puns and cheesy jokes, and never really do stop laughing, although teachers yell at you to keep quiet.
5)Because you stopped to ask her if she was okay, while every one else carried on walking.
6)Because you gave me
The Very Hungry Caterpillar for Christmas.
7)Because you remembered me saying that
The Very Hungry Caterpillar was my favourite children's book, and that my copy got burnt in the fire.
8)And because I told you about
The Very Hungry Caterpillar six months before Christmas.
9)Because you read my stories.
10)Because you said you liked them.
But most importantly,
11) Because you are you. And you will always be you, just like how the sun is always bright, and how the old lady down the street is always angry.
Sincerely.
I never gave this to him. I was too much of a coward to anyway. You see, I was very small and shy. So after writing this, I tossed it into my bag, and forgot all about its existence until earlier this week when I was emptying out all my old bags to give away.
I'm not sure if it was a good thing that I didn't give him this letter. Maybe it was because his best friend told me that he liked me a few weeks after. Maybe it was because he became my 'sort-of' boyfriend for two weeks. He bought me ice cream on valentines day, and read my badly written horror stories. Then my Dad got a job in a different country, and we had to move, and that was that. It was the last I ever saw of him, until a year later when he grew about 6 inches taller. He stopped laughing as much, and also became less strange and more like the other boys.
His eyes were just as dark though.
love, and love again,
alysha
