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Dear Matt

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Dear Matt,

I know you will never lay your gorgeous emerald eyes on this letter, but I like it that way. I can be completely honest with you.

All week has been magical, thanks to you. I loved waking up each day, knowing that somebody really cared for me. The knowledge that somebody was waiting for me, at the end of each school day, to walk out of those doors and see my face. There was somebody who wanted to talk to me and who wanted to spend time with me.

The day you told me about a girl you liked, I got very jealous. I was your best friend and you were mine. I care for you more than you know. And now this girl was stealing you away from me. I didn't want you to know that, so I asked about her. I asked what she looked like and the kind of person she is. You described her. You said she had nice, curly brown hair. You loved her face because it was always so kind and so sweet. You told me that you can never miss her if I ever saw her. You describe her eyes as a blue that is not dark, overpowering eyes and not really light that you miss them. They were a blue that caught your eye and kept you staring for a while. You told me how lovely she was and how much you liked her and wanted to be with her. You told me that she makes you lose your breath and you kind of nervous around her because you don't want to make a wrong move and lose her. You don't want to make a move because you were afraid she wouldn't want to be your best friend anymore.

I wasn't so jealous after you described her, because the girl you are falling over heels for is me. I smiled so much that day, knowing that you cared as much for me as I did for you.

I read the texts I got from you Monday night over and over again. They are saved on my phone so I can read them and remember the feeling I got that night. You told me how beautiful I am to you, how wonderful I am and how lucky you are to have me in my life. I laugh at your words, because it really should be the other way around. You are beautiful to me. You are so wonderful and I am so lucky to have you in my life.

Tuesday was the beginning of a prologue into the new chapter of my life. We talked like we never did before, just so natural. Tuesday was also the night you told me about the girl again. You told me you wanted to make a move on her so she will know that you liked her. You told me you want to hold her hand. I told you to go for it.

Wednesday was in the middle of the prologue. I was giddy all day, knowing that someone I cared so much about felt the same way about me and wanted to show it. I was so excited to feel your warmth from my hand. When I walked out of the school doors and saw you standing there, I knew something was going to happen. We walked home, like we had always done. I was ready for it. I was ready for you to grab my hand, but you never did.

Thursday, the end of the prologue. Thursday was the day I really thought it would happen. You brushed your hand against mine. I could feel every magical touch. But you never did.

Friday, the beginning of the chapter. Friday was even more magical. We walked home as we usually did. I had given up hope by then. I figured you really didn't want to and you liked me a lot less then you acted. But you proved me wrong.

You asked me about my driver's test and how I did on it. I talked about and said how I thought I would do bad on the hundred question test, but I only missed four. I thought that I would back up to far while parallel parking and would flunk my drive, but I didn't. Then, I felt you. I felt your hand around mine. You brought our hands up and we made eye contact. We smiled at each other and held hands until we had to part ways. I didn't want to let go. When I had to cross the street and you had to turn left, we let go slowly. We ran our fingers along each other until we reached the end.

My hand felt tingly and I couldn't stop smiling. I felt so happy and loved. You made feel this way.

You are a miracle worker. Ever since I met you I have known that, but everything we talked about and did this week really proved that you are. You made me feel whole again. You helped me find the love I now have in life. You make me want to live and want to get out of bed in the morning. You help me with my problems and I love that. My depression seemed to be gone right before my eyes. My eating issues has gotten much better, thanks to you.

Everything you have done for me helped me start to battle aggressively with my issues. The nights you stayed up late, talking to me and making sure I didn't do something stupid. The times you looked at me in the eye and told me I need to stop what I was doing because I was slowly killing myself. All the times you listened to me talk about how hard my life has gotten and how hard my problems are to get over. I had adults helping me and checking on me time after time, but I always turned to you when I needed help. You are the only one that knows the real me.

Now, let me tell you about a boy I like.

His dark blonde hair is always well groomed. His eyes are the most amazing eyes I have ever seen in my life. They are the most beautiful emerald color I have ever laid eyes on. He is someone I can talk to about anything. He cracks jokes with me and gets my wacky sense of humor. His face is the kindest face I have ever seen in my life. You can't miss his face. He is always so happy and always smiles no matter how rocky the road gets. He helps me with my problems and he is overcoming them with me. He likes to hold my hand and can't wait until we can see each other in person again. He texts me everyday and always asks me how I am doing. He encourages my writing and helps my pieces that I show him get better. He is going to call me this week. And guess what? His name is Matt.

I can't wait to see you again, Matt.
Annie

 

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