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Some Things Just Have To Be Said
The weather is that overcast, cold and damp weather great novels set before you. I sat outside and read my philosophy. I saw a boy sit at a bench across from me and for the half hour we sat there casual glances caught him smiling, writing and staring at me in my skeleton jacket and tight jeans, boots with heels to kill. He was cute but they all are and nothing comes of it. Philosophy number one priority of my stare. Then I saw him stand up and walk toward me. He climbed the steps to my spot near the Columbus statue and he just handed me a folded piece of paper and walked away before a word could be interjected. This boy wrote me note.
The front of the folded paper said simply "Some Things Just Have To Be Said" and my heart raced. I tried to watch where he walked off too but the people surrounded him and I lost him. I opened up and, readers believe it, it was a pledge to my beauty.
"Hood up in full winter armor, a pretty face pushes me to the hardest bench. So caught up in her bewildering beauty I sit and stare against all social normality"
"For she lured me in, and now parilyzed I'm forced to sit and bask in her presence. Someone needs to tel this girl she's beautiful. In her entire, mysteriously nostalgic entity"
Holy cow. Do you know what this feels like? There is no creepiness in this letter. He writes like it's fact and the truth must be spread. He thinks I am beautiful. He senses depth. He sat on the hardest bench just to be near me. Then he walked off and that will be that, I know it. This wasn't an invitation for some hot and heavy deal. It was great.
And, darling readers, I grinned at being called beautiful. It someone how hits home when it comes from a stranger writing from afar.Everyone should get a letter like this. I will do it one day. Everyone needs something like this.
The weather is that overcast, cold and damp weather great novels set before you. I sat outside and read my philosophy. I saw a boy sit at a bench across from me and for the half hour we sat there casual glances caught him smiling, writing and staring at me in my skeleton jacket and tight jeans, boots with heels to kill. He was cute but they all are and nothing comes of it. Philosophy number one priority of my stare. Then I saw him stand up and walk toward me. He climbed the steps to my spot near the Columbus statue and he just handed me a folded piece of paper and walked away before a word could be interjected. This boy wrote me note.
The front of the folded paper said simply "Some Things Just Have To Be Said" and my heart raced. I tried to watch where he walked off too but the people surrounded him and I lost him. I opened up and, readers believe it, it was a pledge to my beauty.
"Hood up in full winter armor, a pretty face pushes me to the hardest bench. So caught up in her bewildering beauty I sit and stare against all social normality"
"For she lured me in, and now parilyzed I'm forced to sit and bask in her presence. Someone needs to tel this girl she's beautiful. In her entire, mysteriously nostalgic entity"
Holy cow. Do you know what this feels like? There is no creepiness in this letter. He writes like it's fact and the truth must be spread. He thinks I am beautiful. He senses depth. He sat on the hardest bench just to be near me. Then he walked off and that will be that, I know it. This wasn't an invitation for some hot and heavy deal. It was great.
And, darling readers, I grinned at being called beautiful. It someone how hits home when it comes from a stranger writing from afar.Everyone should get a letter like this. I will do it one day. Everyone needs something like this.