End of semester
Hey you.
Yes, you.
You’re reading this now, thinking that I’m not talking about you. I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me. But you’re wrong. I know you so much better than you think.
I watch you walk around campus, the light shining off your majestic hair, and perfectly highlighting your impeccable bone structure.
You haven’t noticed me, but I’m not angry at you. I know it’s destiny. This one time, you held open the door for me. My friend Amy said you were just being polite, but I know that you did it because you want to be with me forever.
Every time I see you, time stands still, and I imagine us running toward one another in a field of flowers. We hold hands and spin around until we fall down, laughing.
My heart seems to stop every time I’m near you. I had to stop walking
behind you in the street because I couldn’t walk, breathe and bask in
your splendour all at once.
I want you to know that I think of you at night. Yes, at night. Alone,
by myself, clutching the pillow I had your face printed on, gazing
longingly up at the photo of you I put on my ceiling. My mind wanders.
So does my hand…
Sometimes I sit outside your house in my car, watching you with my
binoculars in the moonlight, the stars above reminding me that we will
be together for eternity.
I know, you’re thinking you don’t know me. You think this could never
work, but I’m willing to try. I think I can make you see my point of
view. I can persuade you to accept our differences.
All we need is some time alone. I know this place in the woods I can
take you. You’ll learn to love it eventually, I promise. Your friends
wont notice you’re gone, will they?
I want you to think of the rope I have in my trunk as love rope. Love
rope to bind you to me. And I will tie you up in love knots. Because I
love you. Forever.
You will be mine no matter what it takes.
All my love- Sarah
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