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He took his bag and sat down the chair. He looked around and found that the classroom was nearly empty. Since it would only be a few days until classes end, lots of students had gone to early vacations. His seatmate too, a girl named Julia, seemed to be one of the early vacationers. He boringly sat there and took another look around. There were at least fifteen people left. The sun was hot but it was a windy day and the summer breeze teased the sleepy leaves back and forth from time to time. Suddenly a gush of wind blew across the windows making the pages of his book fluttered open. A piece of paper placed between the pages, because of the wind, fell to the floor. He picked it up and investigated it, since he was sure that he placed no such paper between those pages, he was extremely curious of the paper's content. As he flipped it open he realized that it was a letter. It was addressed to him so he heartily read it.
"Dear Raphael, By the time you have read this letter I'm probably somewhere else already. I didn't have the courage to give this letter to you personally so I just tucked it in your book. I just felt that you should know how much of a great person you are, you are one of the few people that made my days here worthwhile. You're the most wonderful person I've ever met. You didn't have to cheer me up when I was down but you did, just by being there next to me. To all the nonsense I bother to talk about, thanks for listening and enduring, it made me feel that I'm something though I'm nothing. When I'm alone, even though you say just a few things or even just a little joke, thank you so much for going out of your way just to make a smile come out of my face, even though it doesn't seem to you to be a such a great effort it meant a lot to me. For smiling when my jokes are really corny, thank you. A smile like that warms my heart and completes my day. For reminding me not to do something wrong, thank you, the concern in you saves me. For the little moments we shared, I can't thank you more than enough, because the memories I get from then are lifelong treasures. Especially, I thank you for being who you are. Finding someone as special as you is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me. Though I admit that nobody is perfect I'm willing to accept you for everything that you are. Your bad habits, your moodiness, your faults and your limitations, I'm willing to accept them and love you more for them. I don't ask you to make me someone special for you, just be there and I promise you that I would love you more than I do myself. If you're down I'd comfort you, if you're sad I'd make you happy, if you're hurt I'll make it alright. Just as long as you need me I'll be here and even if you don't, I'd still care for you even though I'm hurting I'd still love you. I love you for who you are, who you were and who you'd be. Even if your future may not contain me my love would still endure, for you are the reason I continue to breathe, you're the meaning to my existence... you make me whole. Still I don't expect you to feel the same way because love by force isn't love at all, I was able to gather enough courage to write this down because we may not see each other again and thus I wouldn't have to face the consequences of my actions but I hope that because of this you may be able to keep me in a small place in your heart just enough to keep the memory of you and me alive in there. Though it hurts me to be away from you for even just a minute I guess it's only fair for me to go because deep in me I had loved you selfishly without you knowing. It hurts me to look at you, wanting to keep you, wanting you to be mine and when you stare back I see nothing in your eyes that promises the same feelings. Though its heartbreaking, I know that I'm the only one to blame because it doesn't mean that you have to love me back, and the more painful it gets the more I realize that I'm loving you more and more. If only you had seen what my eyes meant when I looked at you I could've given you my everything but I guess it's just not meant to be so I just endured the pain. Just remember... I love for the pain, I love you for the joy but most of all I love you for completing me, because all that I am is you. Love, Julia" Even though the letter was finished and there was nothing left to read he just clasped it and stared blankly at it in shock. Never in his life did he expect something like this to be given to him. Julia, the girl who sat next to him, the popular but simple girl in their batch. The girl whom lost of men admire for her beauty and kindness, the person whim he considers to be perfect, she... gave a letter like this to him, confessing her feelings to him, him a nobody, someone probably unknown to half their batch. He stayed that way startled with disbelief. Then a teardrop fell as he took out a letter from his bag and held on to it tightly. It was a letter, a confession of seemingly hopeless love... from him to her. | ||||||||