I wrote this with red ink
Red's passionate color, they say. I really didn't want to write a valentine-letter in blue or black ink, because... I dunno, it's really not all that romantic. So I wrote you a letter, and I wrote it with a pen that I'd had for a while, but I'd never used it, because before today I thought red ink was kinda tacky.
It still is, I guess.
Anyway, I wrote a nice letter with the red-ink pen. It took me forever to figure out what I was going to say - I just want you to know that.
I wanted it to be a real valentine instead of just some stupid letter, so I put a cute little heart sticker on the back and went down to the a flower store - a different one; I was too embarrassed to go to yours yet - and I got a red rose. It cost me all of my week's allowance, I want you to know that, too. Then I went to a store that sold exclusively makeup, and I stood around for a while, wondering in it would seem like I was really pushy if I did that "sealed with a kiss" thing. I saw a few older ladies checking out the lipstick, too. They were already wearing some, and it looked glamorous and garish at the same time. Too bright to be real beauty. So I left without buying anything. I hope you don't like girls like that, `cause I'm not really one of them. It was night by this time. My mom would have a fit if she knew I was out at night just trying to get a valentine letter to sometime I hardly knew...
Well, didn't really know at all. I know your hobbies and the things you hate and I know your favorite kind of tea and your least favorite by heart, but what was your last name again?
I can't remember. Sorry. Do you remember my name? I introduced myself to you, once. It's okay if you don't remember. Some people are bad with names.
I knew I had to get to the shop before 9 o'clock, because that's when you close on Valentine's Day. Normally you close at 5:30 on weekdays, although you close at 5 on Fridays. I bet I know your schedules better than you do. Some of my friends have copies pinned on their walls, but I was always too embarrassed to walk up and take one. Sometimes I hear you guys asking, "What happened to our schedule?" and another girl shrieks and laughs.
Anyway, I looked at my watch and it was already 9:30, which I had not counted on. I started to run down the sidewalk toward the shop, and I was holding the letter so tightly that I thought I would crush it. And then, out of nowhere, something pushed me, and I fell in a mud puddle, and the letter and the rose were all dirty. Then I heard someone saying, "no no don't she's an innocent" and then there was a scary man above me, and a long, sharp thing was right in my face. I'm sorry I dropped the letter; you never got to read it. I'm even sorrier that I dropped the rose. You probably would have liked it better than the letter, anyway, even if it was from a different flower store. I kind of wish I could remember your last name now, but it's a little late for that. I hope I didn't make a mess all over the sidewalk, and I hope that scary man didn't pick up the rose, because it wasn't for anybody else.
I thought I should tell you that I would have been the best girlfriend in the world, and when I was old enough to work I would have gotten a job at your shop. I was going to be fifteen in two weeks, you know. Yeah. So I'm really sorry for everything that I never did for you, and I just wanted you to know that I wrote it with red ink.
Red's passionate color, they say. I really didn't want to write a valentine-letter in blue or black ink, because... I dunno, it's really not all that romantic. So I wrote you a letter, and I wrote it with a pen that I'd had for a while, but I'd never used it, because before today I thought red ink was kinda tacky.
It still is, I guess.
Anyway, I wrote a nice letter with the red-ink pen. It took me forever to figure out what I was going to say - I just want you to know that.
I wanted it to be a real valentine instead of just some stupid letter, so I put a cute little heart sticker on the back and went down to the a flower store - a different one; I was too embarrassed to go to yours yet - and I got a red rose. It cost me all of my week's allowance, I want you to know that, too. Then I went to a store that sold exclusively makeup, and I stood around for a while, wondering in it would seem like I was really pushy if I did that "sealed with a kiss" thing. I saw a few older ladies checking out the lipstick, too. They were already wearing some, and it looked glamorous and garish at the same time. Too bright to be real beauty. So I left without buying anything. I hope you don't like girls like that, `cause I'm not really one of them. It was night by this time. My mom would have a fit if she knew I was out at night just trying to get a valentine letter to sometime I hardly knew...
Well, didn't really know at all. I know your hobbies and the things you hate and I know your favorite kind of tea and your least favorite by heart, but what was your last name again?
I can't remember. Sorry. Do you remember my name? I introduced myself to you, once. It's okay if you don't remember. Some people are bad with names.
I knew I had to get to the shop before 9 o'clock, because that's when you close on Valentine's Day. Normally you close at 5:30 on weekdays, although you close at 5 on Fridays. I bet I know your schedules better than you do. Some of my friends have copies pinned on their walls, but I was always too embarrassed to walk up and take one. Sometimes I hear you guys asking, "What happened to our schedule?" and another girl shrieks and laughs.
Anyway, I looked at my watch and it was already 9:30, which I had not counted on. I started to run down the sidewalk toward the shop, and I was holding the letter so tightly that I thought I would crush it. And then, out of nowhere, something pushed me, and I fell in a mud puddle, and the letter and the rose were all dirty. Then I heard someone saying, "no no don't she's an innocent" and then there was a scary man above me, and a long, sharp thing was right in my face. I'm sorry I dropped the letter; you never got to read it. I'm even sorrier that I dropped the rose. You probably would have liked it better than the letter, anyway, even if it was from a different flower store. I kind of wish I could remember your last name now, but it's a little late for that. I hope I didn't make a mess all over the sidewalk, and I hope that scary man didn't pick up the rose, because it wasn't for anybody else.
I thought I should tell you that I would have been the best girlfriend in the world, and when I was old enough to work I would have gotten a job at your shop. I was going to be fifteen in two weeks, you know. Yeah. So I'm really sorry for everything that I never did for you, and I just wanted you to know that I wrote it with red ink.