The Letter.....

So, here's a letter I wrote... it's kind of aimed at the guy I like, and it's for my new book Angel Eyes. I know you aren't supposed to be working on more books than one at a time, but me, I have to work on this because it's about the guy I like from my point of view. I hope you like it!

            Dear, Randy/Erroll, 

            Well, if you didn’t know before, now you do! YOU ARE RANDY. Judging by how much I talk about Randy, you probably now know how much you mean to me; but just for the sake of it, let me write you this letter, and have you read it if you’d be so kind. Let me start by explaining something. No, it isn’t that I like you because I think you look like Randy, it’s because you are Randy to me. Let me explain.

Throughout the summer, after I read the Hourglass Door I made it my plan to find someone who would love me the way Dante loved Abbey in the Hourglass Door. I know we just barely met this year, and you barely know me, but I think I’ve found him. That is, found you; if you know what I mean. At the beginning of the year, I couldn’t stop looking at you—well, more like staring.

One other thing I should get straight with you; I don’t like you just because you’re handsome! That’s not the only reason I like you, I always like to refer to good looks as a bonus. The very first thing I noticed about you was you’re awesome way with people. You always have someone talking to you. Not saying it’s a bad thing—it’s actually a very good thing, but it makes it extremely hard for me to talk to you as much as I want to—as much as I need to, to really get to know you.

From what I know, and what my friends have said to me, it seems to me that you like me too. Thing is, I’m way too scared to ask you, because I always seem to have a crush on the guys that are ‘high on the popular food-chain’. Me, I’m kind of popular, but as we both know, I’m not the sharpest blade in the drawer. I never was, will never be, but I wanted to thank you for all of the respect and kindness you’ve showed. I just want to tell you I may not deserve it all the time. Also, all of the times I’ve said anything about you always needing help, I was just kidding and trying to flirt—which as you can tell, I’m not very good at.

I know that you supposedly don’t like anyone, but just to let you know, if you don’t like me you’re certainly leading me on. I’d much rather know the truth and be hurt about it that not know, and live in the dark. I want to know. Do you really like me, or am I living in some fantasy that I’ve invented for myself that you happen to be a big part of?

I won’t even try to tell you how much I like you. It would take too many words, and I’m already working on the novel that’s from my point of view. Obviously, I can’t do it from yours, because one, I don’t know what your point of view is, and two, well; I guess there isn’t really a number two.

Think about it, the girl you like goes around talking about her crush all the time… I know you ‘don’t like anyone’, but for the sake of this, think about it. How does it feel to feel so deeply about someone and then you find out they’ve had a girlfriend, and they aren’t even thinking a drop about you. I don’t know if that’s the situation here, but I just want to let you know that I go home every night thinking of things that could happen between you and I, and then I realize that you probably don’t even think of me.

So please, if you feel anything even a little bit close to compare with what I’m going through, watching you flirt aimlessly with other girls, tell me. Like I said, I’d rather be hurt by the truth, then unaware in the dark.

Love,

Emma (Susan) Tibbitts

 *NAMES ARE ALL CHANGED EXCEPT FOR MINE!