EVERY NIGHT, MY WISH AT 11:11 IS THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME SOMEDAY


I never thought I'd fall in love at age thirteen.
But here I am, head over heels in love with you.
I've known you for six months.
I'm still afraid to talk to you.
You‚re tall, blond, and gorgeous, with stunning golden-green eyes and a charming smile.
You're sweet, sensitive, funny, and charismatic: a truly beautiful soul.
You're also twelve years older than I am.
Every night, my wish at 11:11 is that you‚ll love me someday.
In my heart I know it will be months, years, before it happens.
Maybe it will be never.
Still, I love you.
I always will.
When we lock eyes from across the court, I can't look away. When we stare at each other for a long moment before breaking into grins, a shiver runs from my head to my toes.
When you smile, your face crinkles into this look of pure, uninhibited joy, and for a minute all I feel is pure happiness.
The first time we spoke, I could feel a special bond between us, a bond that transcended anything I've ever felt with anyone else.
Correction: the first time you spoke to me.
In the past six months, I've said maybe fifty words to you.
In all the times you‚ve been on the other side of that net, I‚ve said hardly anything at all to you.
I've never said goodbye to you. I could feel your hurt that day, when the two of us were alone, and you said goodbye to me - and I said nothing.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid if I say goodbye, it will be forever, and nothing will ever be this good again.
Now, I'm afraid that by not saying goodbye, it was goodbye.
I'm afraid that we've both given up on this.
But every night at 11:11, I still whisper my biggest wish into the dark. Every night the night catches my voice, quietly confessing to the world that I love you, and I wish you'd love me.
Every time I see you I look for the magic of 11:11 doing its work.
I'm still waiting.
I love you.



the love letter collection
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011