Dear Stranger,
Yeah…so I lied about you never hearing from me again. I tried though. Two weeks is a pretty long time. Thing is, I have to write these letters because they let me vent. It's not good to keep everything stuffed up inside yourself. That's what my mother has been saying anyway since she's trying to convince me to take a few sessions with a therapist. I gave in once though, but I totally regretted it! It was super boring and didn't help me at all. All the therapist wanted to do was bring up what happened over and over while trying to get me to tell her exactly what I was feeling during those times. Therapy just wasn't for me.
Anyway, that's not the main reason I'm writing this letter. When Darien came in, he wasn't cheery. He was more along the lines of anxious, nervous, and downright irritating. When I asked him what his problem is, I totally regretted that too because he sat down and spilled everything even though he's been really distant lately and I have absolutely no idea why. I'll just give you the shortened version.
Apparently he'd finally decided to brave the cafeteria. The only space available though was at a table where a single woman was sitting. He described her with having really wavy strawberry hair and amber eyes. And really long legs. Of course he'd mention that with a dazed look on his face. I'd kinda forgotten that even though he's my currently love-struck/heart-breaker of a nurse, he's still a guy and notices those things. After he'd gotten of his description of the woman, he told me how he then had lunch with her and that her name is Beryl. What kind of name is Beryl? Isn't that a poison or something? I remember hearing about it in science class…maybe one of those things on the periodic table? I'd rather go with poison…
Since he's been interning here, he'd never known that she recently transferred to the same college Darien goes to, and that she is now interning here too. It sparked a long and interesting conversation blah blah blah, and that's why he was late today.
And then he asked me if I thought he should ask Beryl out on an official date.
I stared at him in disbelief for a bit before I answered. He looked happy, and just because I wanted him to myself didn't mean I should ruin his happiness. So I told him he should.
Feeling my heart being crushed (again),
Serena