30 days of Letters
Day 1
Dear Him,
When you smile all I see is happiness in your eyes. The radiance of a young teenage boy. Your eyes couldn't be anymore green. I love the way you won't admit that you look like Buzz Light Year, and your cute "To infinity and beyond impression." I don't know if you like me, you probably don't, I'm not apart of your crowd. The other day though, when I saw you during break, you made me laugh just because you were standing there. I don't know what this is. Maybe I just like the idea of you being mine. So for the 30ish days that are left in the freshman school year, let me just pretend that we could actually be something.
Love,
Me
What if inanimate objects had feelings? A rock? Glasses? Tissues? What if the rock didn’t want to be thrown into the water? What if your glasses didn’t want you to leave and replace them with contacts? What if the tissues didn’t want to be used and thrown away in a couple of seconds? Maybe the inanimate objects have a world of their own, where we, the humans are inanimate. It’s kind of sad if you look at it. Imagine how a balloon would have felt when you let it go and watched it fly away and disappear. Or the birthday candles’ lives that only lasted mere minutes before you blew them out to their death. The world is crazy. I’m probably crazy for saying this, but what if it were true?..