Day 7: Love Letter
Soul had a disgusting truth to tell Maka, one he had wished never to tell her. Ever. But, they were partners (in more ways than one) and he believed that honesty was the most important thing in a relationship.
So he waited in front of her locker, almost crumpling the piece of paper in his hands. For some odd reason, he had wanted to give it to her. That particular one.
Maka liked when he was a dork, he was sure. So, that was a very good choice.
When his meister arrived, they casually pecked each other's lips and talked about their day. He held out the (very wrinkled) paper. "Uh, it's old... The first one."
Dear Maka,
If this actually gets to you, I'll be surprised. Either I finally got the guts to confess my feelings to you or you are currently my girlfriend. I don't think this will ever get to you, so I am allowed to blab.
I would try multiple pick up lines on you but my best one is "Are you a fart? Because you blew me away." By experience, I know saying this to you will end with a Maka Chop.
Back to the subject at hand, I'm pretty sure I really like you. Like, absolutely heartbreakingly liking you. Maybe starting to love you.
But, if this gets to you. I'm in love with you. No doubt about it. You wanna know how I know? Because I'm writing this stupid love letter. I'm writing my feelings on a piece of paper and I've never done this before. You're the only person that has made me feel like I need to do this. I know that we're young (I'm writing this while I'm 13 by the way, I know it'll take years until you read this if you do) and haven't known each other long but thank you for being there with me anyway.
Thank you for looking out for me. Thank you for choosing me at that piano. Thank you for becoming my friend. Thank you for loving me, the way you do. Thank you, Maka, for being in my life.
I'm so in love with you.
Really.
Your weapon always,
Soul.
"Wow. This is... Long..."
"I... Uh, I'm sorry. It's old like, really really old but, it's what I feel. Even now." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"It took you four years to confess to me? I thought you said you only felt this way recently." Her hands were at her hips and Soul was even more nervous than before.
"You went on all those dates with other guys so I just thought-!"
"They were asking me for help on training and homework!"
"You are so oblivious."
"No, your flirting just sucks!"
And as they argued their way to the bike and home, Soul couldn't feel happier. He really was in love with her.
