• There was this girl I once knew my sophomore year of high school. She was really pretty but never thought so herself. She was popular, had a lot of friends, participated in a lot of school activities, was always wearing a smile. And on top of that, the guys respected her, but she never had any interest in dating them. All in all, I envied her. When we were in class together I would just sit there and stare at her, wondering what my life would be like if I were her.

    Now, I wasn't a stalker, but I did follow her once. I only did it because she looked so mysterious, like she was hiding something. When she finally came to a stop, I noticed we were at the post office. I looked over at her and she was just standing in front of the mailbox with a letter pressed to her chest. This was the only time I had ever seen her so vulnerable.
    And in an instant, she started to cry. The girl that never stopped smiling and that was always laughing, was crying! I couldn't believe it., I was stunned. So, with no clue what to do, I stood there and watched her cry for 5 minutes. I felt bad. But then something odd happened. She walked away from the mailbox and dropped the letter in a small recycling bin inside of the post office and just left like nothing had happened. Me, being very curious and nosy, I crept over to the recycling bin and plucked out her letter. On the front, all it said was Tyler.

    I hesitated for a moment. Was this going to far? Reading a personal letter that obviously wasn't meant to be sent? I opened it anyways. My curiosity was burning deep through my veins. I unfolded a sheet of note book paper and read what was scribbled on it :

    "Dear my beloved Tyler,
    I’ve been kind of depressed lately and now I guess I’m finding out why. I thought I was okay with the fact that you’re not here and that I would have to wait to be with you. But when I couldn’t talk to you for three days, it broke me. I was going out of my mind and I had no idea why. I was going so far as to staying up until all hours of the night, waiting for you to log on to your computer so I could talk to you, which you never did. And then I would just end up crying myself to sleep. I was mad at you for not logging in, but then I got mad at myself for getting mad at you cause it might have not been your fault. Then I got really worried because of all of the things that could happen to you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s like I was going crazy. But then you finally logged on and I was so happy. But I couldn’t stop crying, I still felt depressed. I realized that talking to you is no longer enough for me. I need you here. I need your warmth for when I get cold. I need your smiles for when life discourages me. I need your kisses for when I just can’t take it anymore. I need you here, all of you. I need you because I love you. And I honestly don’t think that I could live without you. Heh, I guess it’s safe to say that I’ve fallen head over heels in love for you. If only I were brave enough to tell you this…
    ~With love
    Danielle~"

    The letter floated from my hands and landed on the floor as I read the last line in disbelief. That's why she always declined the guys' offers! She had someone that was far away. And she was in love. But, now that I think about it, that girl seems an awful a lot like me. Heh, maybe it's because she is me.