September 7, 2012

Dear Romeo,

Dear Romeo,
Yes, I like you. Me and every other heterosexual girl in your classes. At first I’d never think you even noticed me, I’m not the prettiest, smartest or flashiest girl in school. I’m quite normal when it comes to clothes, except that I paint my shoes.

Then you started noticing me, you started talking to me on your own terms! Then, suddenly, you stopped. At first, I thought it was because the real teacher saw how I looked at you, how often you looked at me. I thought you had gotten scared by the slight age difference, I thought I just wasn’t good enough for you.

Then you started noticing me again! Even so brave as to speak to me in Spanish, even when you know I’m fluent in the language! You have turned me into the thing I never wanted to become, a lovesick schoolgirl. Now everything reminds me of you and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

I’m not usually this shy with boys, I’m tempted everyday to tell you, to ask you if you really do feel the same or if you’re just playing with me. But everytime I open my mouth in front of you, I loose the ability to think before I speak and stupid things come out.

I really wish I could talk to you like a normal person without getting nervous or sick. I really wish I had more ‘cojones’. I really wish you knew how old I really am.

Your Juliet

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