Love Letter Written On A Napkin

To a bestest friend,

Let me preface this by saying that you should know that I am not the kind for sappy, emotional talk. I thought that Rose was stupid for jumping off of the lifeboat the second time, and do not even get me started about the Notebook. Remember that I told you all of this while we were watching Transformers? My humor is sometimes as pointed as my two-inch heels, which, considering your height, I should not have been wearing anyway. With that being said, I cannot believe that I am even writing this.

While working Prom the other night, I got to see the couples there. As the limos trickled in from dinner and the couples braved crossing through the cold night, the oversized tuxedos draping over the girls' slender shoulders made me reminisce about you. I know that it is currently the public opinion that I am almost official with someone else, but it is moments like these when I have you on my mind. He's nice, but he's not you. When people ask about you, I chuckle and brush it off with an "Ofcourse not," but inwardly I glow.

When he walks me to my locker, I try to open it slowly so he won't see what's on the inside. It's not that my untouched APEC Study Guide is particularly scandalous to anyone other than Mr. L, but it does cover the first bouquet that you ever gave me, the first bouquet that I have ever received. And that gold music note from that dance hangs above my desk, giving me inspiration when it's late at night, the Vitamin Water is half empty, and the double spaced essay only half full.

I am honored that you chose my incoherent doodling as the cover for the binder that you painstakingly spent a Saturday afternoon organizing. I am honored that we can compile a binder twice that size with just our inside jokes.

And I hope that at this time next year, the color of your tie will match with my dress.

Love,
T.