I walked into my workshop, nose buried in a book, and almost died. The letter on the floor made me slip. I landed on my back, the wind knocked out of my. It had my name on it in fancy, curly writing. I opened it up, curious.
Dearest Mateo,
When I look at you, your hazel eyes, your adorably mussed hair, your crooked grin, I am reminded of how much I love you. When I think about the way you get so excited about learning a new spell, or making a breakthrough with a potion, or the way you bury your nose in a book. I love the way that you get so animated and passionate with your gestures and your words about magic, and I love the way your laugh can bring a room of darkness into the light. Every time I talk to you, I smile at your cheeesy puns, and self a deprecating humor. I smile at your ability to comfort anyone, and admit your own fault. Your common sense and reasoning balances out my impulsiveness and insanity. You are one of the smartest, funniest, most reasonable people I know. You are perfect in every way, and I wish you could be mine. Mateo De Alva, I truly do not deserve you.
Love,
An admirer
I was shocked. Someone loved me? I grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote a list of every girl I knew. Some names, like Addison McCleary (taken) Lorraina Finsgerald (too shy) Naomi Turner (writing was too neat) and Elizabeth Williams (too outspoken for letters) I could easily cross off. That left Kristina Kumar, Adaline Sinher, Mary Thomas, Samantha Baker, Audrey Rodrigues, and my hope. My true love. The one I prayed had sent the letter. Elena Castillo Flores, crown princess of Avalor. I loved the way she smiled at me, the way she was always determined to do the best she could, her sense of righteousness, her way of making everyone around her feel calm and safe. I spent every day thinking about her, and what those lips would feel like underneath my fingers, against my own. I picked up the letter and wrote back.
To whoever wrote me this letter,
Thank you for reagrding me so highly. If you are who I am hoping you are, then I want to say that I love you too, very much.
Love,
Mateo