Stop 4921
Author’s note
Hello readers, my name is Sara but I also go by Mimi. I am currently 17 and very excited to get started on my proper second book. I really do hope I finish this book, I cannot guarantee that there will be some happy ending but I do hope you find it satisfactory.
I am currently wanting to delve into other genres and this story is meant to be a more contemporary take and I aspire to execute that well.
A little background on me, I started writing stories at a very young age. I remember at the age of ten or eleven writing these very alarming and awfully funny, when I look back now, short stories that I wrote. It was a class thing, and we all enjoyed it, might I add, I would not really know if anyone still has theirs but I still have mine. One of these days I might make a longer and revised version of each one and possibly publish it as well, but only time will tell. I started seriously writing stories when I was about fourteen or fifteen, first on Episode, then I moved to Wattpad and I am now also on Inkitt. I recently finished my first real book, “Under the Moonlight″, and I definitely recommend you read it. I have also written songs, none of which I have shared, and also poetry, some of which I have shared.
I am still learning and growing and being guided and growing spiritually by God. There is still so much he is teaching me. This story however will be fictional but may also consist of real people and real events but for the fact that I respect each and every one of their privacy, their names will be changed and I will try my best to make them as unknown as possible, because realistically this is not a villain versus hero dilemma, this is a story, one I could no longer keep inside.
Dear –
Why did you resent me? Why leave me confused and overanalysing if whether those affections you so proudly shared with me were ever meant for me?
I want to love you, perhaps I cannot? Were we to last, to see past another of Spring’s soft, wet and fruitful kisses?
Could we plan or just meet once more at “Stop 4921”? Or should we wait for the cherry blossoms to once again bloom? Should we wait until Autumn warns us of the withering winter shears that trample on any weary plants? Should I wait for you? Til I am older? Less afraid and more daring?
When will you see me, see me unmasked? Covered by the veil of the morning to be unveiled by you when the sun sets to wake tomorrow.
Is it but a folly thing to love thee? Prove to me, my love is really love.
When my thoughts rest on you, I am overcome with this sense of assurance and comfort. It moves from the top of the left side of my face, to the bottom of my cheeks, but it rests closely to my lips but it does not visit them.
I look not on any grammar mistakes or words that forget to sit tight in their place. What I write to you and for you, is even too much for myself to read again.
Always and Forever,
Sara G Umo
