To my sweetheart,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You're too cute,
For it to be true...
I love the way your hair simmers in the bright sun, it's like I can almost see a halo above your head.
I love the way you smile, it's so beautiful with your pearly white teeth gleaming, almost blinding me from being able to see you, sadly.
Most importantly I love you.
Please, meet me in the Forest of Dean on Friday night at dusk.
I've decided to tell you upfront as this crush is eating me alive. I will face rejection and I won't mind, it will make me feel better just knowing you know what I know, if that makes any sense. You'll probably already have a partner and I won't mind, I just need to get this off my chest.
Thank you,
Your Secret Admirer
Paige had written some love letter the other day and copied it out five times, and put them into random girl's school bags when they weren't looking. She has been really bored out of her wits. She really would like to kidnap somebody and sketch them in pain, to improve her art- no murders though just minor injury if they struggle too much.
It's now Friday dusk and Paige was ready to capture whoever was going to be gullible to believe the letter, this was going to be fun, she thought.
She was wearing jeans, red t-shirt with a black short sleeved hoodie jacket. Her hair was out and wavy and was wearing as usual, black eyeliner and mascara.
She waited behind a tree, just in front of the forest. Peering out carefully and waited for any young girls coming by. She had her wand in her jean pocket and just waited, still and patiently.
by Lucas Montez Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:16 am
