"Slowly, she approached the bed and looked beneath it. Just as what the letter said, there was the box, covered in dust. She opened it and found more letters for different persons. Confused, she read it one by one.."

PS. Names used are only fictional but the events weren't.
Dear Cordelia,
posted: 5:04 PM | comments: 0
I don’t know what to say..I know that this is my first letter to you but.. but I can’t hold all these feelings anymore. I wanted to cry but I promised myself that I won’t. Even just for today.My day started out dull.
Yes, my sister is finally away even if it’s only for a day but my friends, they were in school too. From the texts I received from them, I knew that they were happy. They were having fun, while I’m here stuck at home regretting the choice I made, regretting that I didn’t went into that Leadership Training. I can’t take it. I can’t take thinking of what they, and he, did. Just the thought of him having fun with some other girls are killing me. But you know what hurts the most? It’s the fact that I don’t have the right to be sad just because of that. Because there is no “US”, no “Me & Him”. We’re just strangers, not friends, and especially not lovers. We are nothing.

My old friend, who as he said “liked me before”, texted and somehow I’ve released all these feelings to him. I told him of what Will, let’s just call him “Will”, were doing that made me assumed that he liked me too. But the thought of him liking me is impossible. I’m not pretty, nor am I popular. I’m just a speck in the crowd. Nothing more. So why do I kept hoping for that moment that he’ll say that he likes me too? Why? Why am I expecting again? I wanted to slap myself, I wanted to wake myself from that dream, because I know that in the end I’ll be the one who’ll be hurt. I’ll be the one who’ll cry.

But those memories of him smiling at me, noticing me, laughing at my silly joke and staring at me, those things made me think that what if maybe, someday, he’ll say that he likes me too?

I hate these feelings he’s giving me. He’s the reason for my smiles and laughs, but he’s also the same reason for my cries. What is he doing to me? I don’t love him yet, but look at how he could affect me. I’m afraid of the worse things that would happen if I finally fall for him. I’m trying my best to lift myself up from the cliff, but no matter what he does, whether it hurts me or not, and made me loose a little from my grip..

Let’s just call it a day, Cordelia. Good Night.

Sincerely Ashia.

PS. I can’t promise that I won’t cry.

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