I replied: "The idea of not telling someone how you feel about them."
Dear Carol,
You were asking me the other day why I was looking at you in a weird way. Well, here's my answer: You looked beautiful. The way you tucked those loose strands of hair behind your ear. The way you almost sneezed but it didn't materialize and it left you irritated. The way you read a paragraph of The Odyssey Telemachos!). Everything. Everything you do looks right. Everything you wear is a perfect fit. Everything about you is beautiful. I love you, Carol. I've been in love with you since freshman year. I just didn't know the right words to say and I didn't want our friendship to get weird but I'm saying it now because, well, I want to. I'm ready now. I want us to watch movies and have lunch and talk about the movies we watched and the food that we ate. We'll look at other people and make up their conversations. We'll sit at that wooden bench at the parking lot after school and I'll put my arm around you when it gets too cold. I love you, Carol. I really do. I'm not weird or obsessed or a jerk or anything you don't like in a guy. I'm not perfect either. I'm just normal Jeffrey. Jeff. I'm the guy you punch in the arm to relieve some stress. The guy whose notebook's last page you filled with unicorns and stars. The guy who said nothing when you talked endlessly about Jake. The guy who just smiled when you said Jake could be the one. The guy who told you to find the guts to tell Jake that you feel the same way about him. Jeff, the guy who's just here when you need him. I'll always be here when you need me, Carol. Always. Anyway, hope we can talk soon. I mean, we talk everyday but you know, hope we can talk about, you know, stuff. :)
Take care,
Jeff
"Jeffrey, time to eat! Your dinner's getting cold!"
Jeff took one last look at his letter then folded it two times. He cut a piece of tape from his green tape dispenser and placed it neatly on the center of the paper. He took a deep breath then removed the tape and carefully read what he had written. With sad eyes, he looked out the window and noticed that the Sun had disappeared. He crumpled his letter and threw it in his trash bin. Outside, it started to rain, just a drizzle but the wind was bringing in drops of water on his desk. With a sigh, Jeffrey got up, closed the window and headed for the door to eat his dinner. His trash bin was almost full.
