If you ever got on here, and read this letter, you’d most likely be able to guess who I am. You’d know right away who I am. But these sign-off/sign-on names are just easier than the others I’ve used.
So. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now (eight months a week from Monday). And on Valentine’s day, it had been just a little over seven. And I was… sad. I felt alone. Because, yes, you did come to say hello to me at the beginning of lunch, but after the meeting was over I was all alone on the stage until the bell rang. And when we walked towards our classes, like we usually do, you just seemed a little distant.
Then, when we got to sixth period I started crying. You didn’t exactly notice, but Burrito did. He hugged me for a while before calling you over. And you hugged me a couple of times before sitting across from me. And I was still sad. And it took me a while to realize why I was sad, even though the reason seemed selfish.
I was sad because you didn’t get me a stuffed animal, even after I’d dropped the hint of wanting one quite a few times. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated the paper flowers. I put them in a vase on my dresser. But I… I just kind of wanted a stuffed bear or something. And I know it seems selfish - there are tons of people out there who didn’t get ANYTHING for Valentine’s day. There are tons of people who didn’t have a Valentine at all. But I like I said, I just kinda wanted a bear.
Not to say I was sad the whole day. I actually was very happy after you kissed me. Because I wasn’t feeling 100% that day and it was obvious that I wasn’t 100%, because I was coughing my lungs out and such. And you were feeling just fine. But you kissed me (on your own accord). And the fact that I was sick, but you kissed me anyways, that made me rather happy.
I have to go. I love you lots, dork. I’ll see you in school darling.
Ps. Mom got me that fluffy brown bear when I told her how I felt. His name is Flash. I like to pretend he was from you.
I had a dream last night where I was putting on makeup and I had two purple beauty blenders and one was really dirty and the other was clean so obviously I used the clean one and in the dream it felt like hours that I spent putting on makeup but at the end when I was done I looked exactly the same??
I had another one where a bunch of jock type boys at my school were bullying my bean boi and laughing at him getting humiliated and the leader came up to me and started touching my head and trying to annoy me so I punched him in the face and then ran away with bean boi