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June,
I met a man yesterday. I was walking along the shore and he just came out of nowhere.
“Hello,” he said, “you look very pretty in this dress.”
It was disgusting. And awkward. I always freeze in situations like that, you know that.
“Hello,” I replied.
He extended his hand for a handshake, I extended mine, and he suddenly kissed it.
Horrible, right? I should’ve run away that very moment, but I froze.
“You look very familiar,” he smiled with the most creepy smile. “I think I've seen you here.”
“I’m new here,” I mumbled, feeling as if I wasn’t standing on the sand, but laying under water.
All reality was blurry, all the sounds were dull. And instead of trying to run away again, or at least saying to him I wanted him to leave me alone, a thought came to my head.
He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening.
I was thinking, what if I kissed your hand? Kissed you? Would you jerk back and leave?
I swear, I never thought about it before. I’ll try my best not to think about it again. I don’t want you to hate me. I know it’s wrong. I know you will never want to see me.
All that fog and fear in my head must have turned some weird gears.
I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t want you to read it.
I just know that being next to you, just as a best friend (I wish I could still be your best friend, but I’m not sure it’s possible) brings light to my life. But I’m the darkness.
God, please, burn this letter.
Yours,
Em
[20:13, 10/24/2022, sent from iPhone]
Emily, does it mean I can finally kiss you?
[20:13, 10/24/2022, sent from iPhone]
Em, I’m on my way