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Location: Canada
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n o v e m b e r . ♥
but you can call me nova. please don't mind me; i'm only hear to make
bad jokes and share my opinions through senseless, rhymeless poetry.
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Dear
Nick,
When I first saw you, I thought you were cute. I didn't think much of it because how could someone like ever like someone like me? But then as we were walking you rushed forwards to hold every door for me - like a perfect gentleman. The one time I tried to hold it for you, your brother ended up holding it for both of us. It was when you laughed at my expression and your whole face lit up that I realized I liked you.
I didn't see you after that for a while, but when I did your eyes always lit up and you waved. I thought, maybe you could like me. Then I saw you at the talent show that night and you asked why I wasn't playing my guitar and singing. You walked me back to the room I was staying in and we talked and laughed. That night I went to sleep dreading waking up the next day, knowing that I was running out of time to be with you and around you.
The next few days you would always come up to me on the beach while I was reading my book. I would laugh out loud at what I was reading, or cry, or smile or do something embarassing and you would always act like you were the one that made me have each reaction so that I wouldn't look stupid. I fell for you, hard. And still I went to sleep every night, afraid that when it was all over I'd never have any connection to you, any proof that you were real.
The night of the showcase, I was sitting with my family and you were alone. I was going to go talk to you, but before I could a few of your friends came over. As I was leaving that night and I walked past you, our eyes met but you didn't smile or wave. Maybe you were embarassed to be around me with your friends there? That night I decided I wasn't going to talk to you the next day.
Then the next day, and my last day, came around and I was walking on the beach and I fell on my butt and you laughed and helped me up and I forgot all about how I was supposed to be mad at you. We talked and laughed. That night I was playing tennis with my brother and he made me realize how much I was going to miss you when I left. I was determined to get your phone number. As I was walking to where you told me you would be I saw you sitting with another girl. She was prettier than me, and she had an accent. I understand, I wouldn't choose me either. As I was walking by you, you didn't even look up and acknoledge me. It hurt - a lot. Then I was crying on the beach, and you came and asked me what was wrong and I lied and told you it was because a character in my book died. Then I left you there and your brother found me.
He knew I was lying, and he said "I'm sorry about Nick. If it counts for anything, I wish it had been you." I tried to smile through my tears. He handed me a letter but I didn't open it. The next day, even though I'd fallen asleep crying because of you, I still looked for you. I'd probably never see you again and I wanted to get your picture in my mind before I left. I didn't see you. At the airport I did you. You smiled and waved and I just turned and walked away. I never saw you again after that. As I was on the plane home I remembered the letter and pulled it out. It explained that I'd changed you. How you'd seen me crying on the beach that one day and I'd caught your attention, until you realized I was crying over a book. You'd never been so moved by a book, so you took note of which book it was. Everyday, every new book I had, you took note of what I was reading. You liked me a little more each day, but you'd never thought I'd ever like you. The last day, that girl you were talking to was flirting with you, but all you could think about was how I'd run away crying.
Dear Nick, I'm so sorry that I blew it. I really like you, and I'm sorry I couldn't tell you while I still had the chance. So I'm writing you this letter in return so that you know that I read your letter, the one you never intended to give me. I love you Nick, but every day your face fades from my mind a little more. Maybe it was a good thing that your brother gave me that letter. I don't know.
When I first saw you, I thought you were cute. I didn't think much of it because how could someone like ever like someone like me? But then as we were walking you rushed forwards to hold every door for me - like a perfect gentleman. The one time I tried to hold it for you, your brother ended up holding it for both of us. It was when you laughed at my expression and your whole face lit up that I realized I liked you.
I didn't see you after that for a while, but when I did your eyes always lit up and you waved. I thought, maybe you could like me. Then I saw you at the talent show that night and you asked why I wasn't playing my guitar and singing. You walked me back to the room I was staying in and we talked and laughed. That night I went to sleep dreading waking up the next day, knowing that I was running out of time to be with you and around you.
The next few days you would always come up to me on the beach while I was reading my book. I would laugh out loud at what I was reading, or cry, or smile or do something embarassing and you would always act like you were the one that made me have each reaction so that I wouldn't look stupid. I fell for you, hard. And still I went to sleep every night, afraid that when it was all over I'd never have any connection to you, any proof that you were real.
The night of the showcase, I was sitting with my family and you were alone. I was going to go talk to you, but before I could a few of your friends came over. As I was leaving that night and I walked past you, our eyes met but you didn't smile or wave. Maybe you were embarassed to be around me with your friends there? That night I decided I wasn't going to talk to you the next day.
Then the next day, and my last day, came around and I was walking on the beach and I fell on my butt and you laughed and helped me up and I forgot all about how I was supposed to be mad at you. We talked and laughed. That night I was playing tennis with my brother and he made me realize how much I was going to miss you when I left. I was determined to get your phone number. As I was walking to where you told me you would be I saw you sitting with another girl. She was prettier than me, and she had an accent. I understand, I wouldn't choose me either. As I was walking by you, you didn't even look up and acknoledge me. It hurt - a lot. Then I was crying on the beach, and you came and asked me what was wrong and I lied and told you it was because a character in my book died. Then I left you there and your brother found me.
He knew I was lying, and he said "I'm sorry about Nick. If it counts for anything, I wish it had been you." I tried to smile through my tears. He handed me a letter but I didn't open it. The next day, even though I'd fallen asleep crying because of you, I still looked for you. I'd probably never see you again and I wanted to get your picture in my mind before I left. I didn't see you. At the airport I did you. You smiled and waved and I just turned and walked away. I never saw you again after that. As I was on the plane home I remembered the letter and pulled it out. It explained that I'd changed you. How you'd seen me crying on the beach that one day and I'd caught your attention, until you realized I was crying over a book. You'd never been so moved by a book, so you took note of which book it was. Everyday, every new book I had, you took note of what I was reading. You liked me a little more each day, but you'd never thought I'd ever like you. The last day, that girl you were talking to was flirting with you, but all you could think about was how I'd run away crying.
Dear Nick, I'm so sorry that I blew it. I really like you, and I'm sorry I couldn't tell you while I still had the chance. So I'm writing you this letter in return so that you know that I read your letter, the one you never intended to give me. I love you Nick, but every day your face fades from my mind a little more. Maybe it was a good thing that your brother gave me that letter. I don't know.
Love,
-Hayley.♥
-Hayley.♥
Pitch Perfect:
Ester: This is hard for me to admit to you guys.
Fat Amy: We all know where this is going. Lesbi-honest.
Ester: Well, for the last two years I've had a serious ... gambling problem.
Fat Amy: What?
Ester: It started when I broke up with my girlfriend-
Fat Amy: Ope, there it is.