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Anonymous Love Letter
13 June, 2008
Here I was, just bored from my life. The city I lived in, wasn't as exciting as the different countries I was at, when my step dad was in the military. This was the kind of city, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. It's not a small town, but it isn't large enough to be placed on a brochure.
I can recall, when I was in high school, I had the biggest crush on a very popular, sweet, cheerleader. She was so beautiful, with her long, blonde, shiny hair and blue eyes. She also had a great personality to match. I sat by her in science class. I would always get in trouble for talking too much, to her. But she never really seemed to mind it. One day, she even gave me her email address. And, Oh, was I happy! I couldn't wait, to tell her all my emotions, I felt for her. I was going to confess my crush on her. I was ready. But, it seemed she gave me the wrong email address; I was very confused and disappointed. Even to this day, I'm still not sure, whether or not, she did that on purpose, or if she was mistaken? Not trying to call names, but it made me do something drastic. I had to express my emotions somehow. My longing for this girl, it drove me crazy, but I didn't know who to talk to about it. Because, I didn't know anyone who was just like me, a girl who happends to like another girl. I did have one estranged, gothic-looking friend, at the time. She convinced me, to exploit all my desires for this cheerleader, in paper. So, I did just that. I wrote her a poem and a love letter. My gothic friend, knew where she lived. At first, I was hesistant to mail her my confession. But, I didn't know what else to do. Not only did I mail the love letter, but I did not put a returned address. Yes, I was still afraid of rejection, even in paper.
Now, I'm about to finish college and I'm still curious whether or not "the cheerleader" knew I wrote her the love letter. Many of my relationships have come and gone, but I am still hoping and wishing that someday, she will know that I have never stopped thinking about her. Not in just sexual ways, but also my heart is open for her. High school crushes, don't always fade. I've loved in different forms, but "the cheerleader" is truly the one that got away, and my only regret in life, is that I should have told her it was "me", that wrote her an anonymous letter...