Hi I've seen you standing at the corner of the mall waiting for a lift to come and pick you up.
Every time I pass you by, I stare into your eyes. They are the color of the sky. And I seem not to be able to stare at them for a long time. It's almost like you can look into my soul. I'm one of those people that believe that the eyes is the windows to one's soul.
I always blush when you seem to stare me down. I just walk on and I walk faster.
But deep down I want to get to know you. It's like there is this attraction between us that I can't seem to get to let go.
I don't have the guts, to tell you how I feel. I'm not the loud slutty type girls you usually hang out with. I'm the shy girl. The one that keeps myself to just well....myself.
I have the odd friends that are loud and boisterous. But I guess that's why they are my friends. It's because you are also friends with some of them. And that might also be my way of getting close to you.
There are something about you that attract me like a moth to a flame. And it's like the proverbial...Opposites attract. With you and I.
Valentine’s Day is close by and you probably have someone to go with you to the dance. But this will be my letter to you to ask if you'd like to go with me to the dance? If you don't want to it will be okay. It's not like I have anything to lose.
I hope you will consider my proposal.
I folded the letter and put it in an envelope. I'll give it to him when I see him at the corner. Hopefully I will have the courage to give it to him and not chicken out. I'm just to shy a girl to actually try anything like this. I've been dumped and belittled too much in my life as a teen to do something this stupid for a guy I like. But I'm not a teen anymore. And it's time to grow the pair of proverbial balls.
Who knows, maybe he will write back or just ignore my letter completely. I wait for the college bell to ring. He usually get out a few minutes earlier than me. I walk out the gates to the mall. And sure enough he's standing at the corner.
I take a deep breath, calming my nerves. And I walk up to him. I take out the envelope and hold it out to him. He looks at me.
'Hi. What's this?' He asks smiling at me with his eyes. I clear my throat.
'Uhm! Hi, it's just something I wrote for you. If you don't want to read it I'd understand. I need to go, have a nice day. Bye' I said and started walking off at a brisk pace.
'I will thanks and you too.' He yelled after me. I blushed beet red.
That took a hell of a lot from me. It felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. And it also feels like I need my asthma pump. I walked to the nearest store and bought myself a Coca-Cola, I need the sugar right now before I pass out.
I can't sleep, my thoughts is keeping me awake on what he would say regarding my letter. Have he read it? Will he write back? It's nearly 2am in the morning and I have to get up at 6am.
I got out of bed and made myself some warm milk with a bit of vanilla and a teaspoon of sugar. That would probably get me to sleep. After about half an hour I was asleep, but then he haunted me in my dreams.
I woke up at 6:15am, I rushed to get finished and dressed in my normal Jeans and sneakers and shirt. Did my hair and make-up, and walked to college. The day went by with a drag. When it was time to go, I had heart palpitations again. Was he going to stand at the corner? Is he going to give me a letter as well? Man I feel like I'm going to trial for something I didn't do.
I packed up my stuff and walked out the class. I haven't even gotten to the stairs when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned around and there he stood. Giving me a lopsided grin. My heart just melts at that.
'Could we talk while we walk to the mall?' I just nod. My mouth was dry and I had no saliva in it. I swallowed a few times to get the saliva flowing. We walked down the stairs. And he started talking first.
'Hi Hazel, I'm Jason, but everyone calls me Jace.' I know his name, I wrote it at the top of the letter.
'Hi Jason.' I said and held out my hand to him to shake his. He looked at my hand and took it in his and he brought it up to his lips and kissed it. My eyes were huge like saucers. And a blush crept up my neck to my ears.
'Why do you blush so much?' he asked with humour in his voice.
'It's just that you, make me feel like a shy teenager.' I told him truthfully.
'Okay. But please do not look away from me. You've got the most beautiful eyes.'
'Anyways to come back to your letter. Thank you so much for it. It seems like you were a bit overwhelmed by it all. I saw it in the writing. And to answer your question. No I don't have a date for the dance, because I don't go to dances.'
'That's fine then if you don't go.' I tried to get his attention away from the letter now. It was actually so childish from me to write that letter and the way I wrote it. It should just have gone into my Diary. It was almost like a piece from it. I mentally slap myself. How stupid could I have been?
I walked a bit faster to just get to the mall so that I could leave him at the corner. I should just go and hang myself.
'Could you please slow down Hazel! I didn't mean it like I didn't want to go with you.' He pulled me by my hand to stop and look at him.
'I was stupid to even write the letter, I'm sorry that you had to read it. But like I said in it at the end. I don't have anything to lose.' I started walking again and again he pulled me to a stop.
'Hazel. Listen to me please.' he begged me. 'I would love to go to the dance with you. I never go to dances because I never have any dates, and it's usually useless for me to go if I have to stand around and watch my friends and their partners having a good time. Or if you'd like, we could have a date at a restaurant?' I looked at him confused and in awe. He never has dates for dances. But he is drop dead gorgeous. What's wrong with him and the slutty girls?
'But you're always with some slutty girl?' I told him. Not caring that I said he dated slutty girls.
'I know but it's just flings and one night stands.'
'Well, if that's what you say, then it is so I guess.' I started walking again. I need to get away from him. He started walking again and caught up with me.
'Would you like to go on a date with me Hazel? I would appreciate it if you would.'
'I know I asked you but now I just feel stupid.' We're about a few feet away from his corner.
'Don't be. I would really love to have a date with you. It would be a first for me as well.' At his corner, we came to a stop. I looked at him and thought that maybe he's just pulling my leg.
'Could I give you an answer tomorrow?'
'Sure no problem.' I nod my head. I turned to walk and turned back at him.
'Bye Jason. And thanks for the talk and walk.' He took my hand and he put an envelope in my left hand, he takes my other hand. I looked at the letter and up at him.
'Bye Hazel. And I hope you will consider my proposal.' He said and kissed my hand.