A Letter from the Modern Juliet
It's raining right now. I wish Romeo would hurry up and write back. Mom says I was basically stupid to say so obviously how I felt about him, but then doesn't she always say I'm stupid?...but now I agree. I should have let our friendship make some improvement, and then tell him face to face. I've always looked down on the girls who had their friends ask guys out, and now I have to go and write him a LETTER? What was I thinking? And I definitely should have told him to respond. I wonder if he could have been the one. Is it love? What is love, anyway? Maybe jr. hi will teach me lessons I can't learn with the three R's. The dance! I can't wait... but what if I'm not asked out? What if Romeo goes with someone else, and I'm forced to sit around-dateless-watching them? O please god, not that. Anyway, I'm probably the first to like him as a man, so he must think about me sometimes, or even, talk to his parents about me. At least I am in his thoughts. O, is he a hopeless romantic like me?
Okay, so I check my emails everyday-hoping-that there's something from him. I told him my email on the last day of school and there's always the phone directory...is he stupid? Doesn't he know he should act like the pulled together, caring guy I took him as and respond? Maybe that was all a mask, like the one I used to wear. I want a guy I can hold on to and trust enough that I can shed that mask, and be who I am at home-funny, loving, and kind. Is he ready for that? Or should I stop writing about him, and go downstairs to my family who thinks I am checking my emails. It would be enough if he dreams about me...in dreams you are who you want to be. Does he slowdance with me, into the night, look at me longingly, and whisper truths in my ear. Does he smile after he wakes up from our wedding, or is that just a silly girl's imagination? I am almost certain he will continue to be completely reserved about us, and all of my nonsense will be fake. I bet he still likes that ridiculous girl he dated a while ago, the one who smiles in his presence, but would rather insult than kiss the Romeo that might never be mine.