A letter from Wakefield High School.
Dear Mimi,
To be frank, I was not expecting you. I mean, when I got your letter, I thought you seemed pretty cool, but you were the girl that Mark picked out, so how cool could you be? I should give that guy more credit. I don't know why he never tried to pick you up, but all the better for me, I guess. We are something, right? Because I feel like we have this potential for a great relationship, you know? I've never felt that about anyone else before. And I've sure as hell never talked about my feelings in a letter before. God dammit, I'm turning into Mark.
On Saturday, I probably circled the park about twelve times, looking for you. You didn't tell me what you looked like, Meems. I had to, first, find out Mark's phone number, then ask him. His description of you? "Uh, well, she's Latina, and really pretty, and has this cute little body. I mean…not that I've seen it, but it seems to be…uh, you'll know her to see her." God. Anyway, I still think it was cool to look up and see this really hot girl watching me from a bench as I was getting ready to leave. It's a good thing you've seem me before.
So, I guess I wanted to tell you that I had a really good time with you. And that I want to see you again. I've never been big on writing letters, so do you think we could just meet up every day for the rest of our lives, or something? No more letters, ok? I only want to be with you in person and hold your hand instead of a piece of paper.
Call me. You have my number. We can talk, and maybe we'll never stop.
Love,
Roger
Dear Beautiful Readers. I have three more letters planned after this one - one from Maureen to Mark, one from Mark to Roger and one from Roger to Mark. I can easily say that this has been my most successful story to date, which couldn't have been accomplished without amazing reviewers. Thank you all so much.