My love,
I know you will never read this letter, no matter how much I might occassionally wish you would.
I've got so many things I want to tell you.
I've known you for so long I can't remember a time when I didn't know who the beauty of the school was. When I didn't have this fire burning in my heart.
I don't know if I can even say this...but I have to.
I love you.
There. It's out. You'll never return the feeling, so I'll just go and continue with my life, continue to be your friend and companion. I'll stay by your side, forever, a friend only, because that is all you want from me.
I accept that. I love you more than I know how to say. If the day should ever come when I do have a chance to tell you how I feel...well, it'll be more eloquent than this, I hope.
I love you.
A single tear slid down her cheek as she read those final words.
Many years ago, she had lent her friend a book. Some random book that
she didn't even remember the title. When her friend had returned it,
she had apparently forgotten about this note that she had been using
as a bookmark. The lapse of three months since the book had been lent
might have had something to do with it. She had never had the best of
memories.
She had put the book away and had left the following year for college.
They had kept in touch sporadically. She was now living across the
continent from her old friend, successful but lonely. Empty.
She had never been able to regain the closeness she had felt with her
friend.
Her friend who had apparently been in love with her. Deeply in love
with her.
Her face was pained as she looked out the window. The words of that
distant adolescent invaded her very being. She had been loved.
Standing, she strode to her computer and quickly brought up her
address book. Dialing the long distance number into the phone, she
closed her eyes and waited for her to answer.
"Hello? I just found a letter you wrote..."
~the beginning~
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