Forever Friend and Hopeful Lover
Elaine sighed, watching her dearest Daniel get into his car to make his way to college. She had kept her love for him a secret for six long years in hope that he would show some affection for her. He had been one of her best friends throughout high school, always a gentleman too. But more than a hint of affection here and there, he had never so much as asked her to the prom his Sr. year.
Well, she thought to herself, the only thing left to do is take matters into my own hands. I'll simply have to write him a letter. After all, I have his e-mail address and instant message and phone number and college address. A real handwritten letter does seem all the better though. It's more personal and romantic.
As soon as Elaine got home she took a piece of stationary, not too pretty or too plain.
Dear Daniel,
I realize that I am two years younger than you. We have been good friends these past few years, and I am grateful for that.
Although I am sure that you must have sensed that I liked you at least to some degree these past few years, I have to tell you now. These past few years have not just been a small crush, but a growing affection. I have watched you, and listened to you and talked with you. I have listened to opinions of you, and forced myself to find things about you that I disagree with, which I have. But through all that, and heartbreaks and comparing and falling in love with you over again, I realize that you are the man of my dreams. No, you do not have every thing I would wish for if I could choose all of the attributes of my husband, but all of the things I love about you are just right.
I only hope that you might love me in return, or at least give me a chance. If you would rather just leave our relationship as it is, and continue as good friends, which I hope to always be and cherish above all else, then please tell me so in a straightforward manner. I hope you take this letter as it was sincerely meant.
Your forever friend and hopeful lover,
Elaine
Elaine let out the breath she had been holding and set her pen down. She wouldn't even think about how he would receive the letter, just hope and pray.
Two weeks passed and she still hadn't gotten a reply yet. She began to regret having ever sent the letter.
Finally a month later she found an envelope with her name and address marked in his handwriting.