Friday, 18 December 2009
08:20:01 PM (GMT)
I wrote her a poem tonight. December 18th, 2009. I folded it into a black envolope
and sealed it with love. I wrote her name in white ink on the black paper. My palms
began to sweat as I starred at the envolope.
I stood up, stuffed my cold feet into my boots, put my winter coat on and walked out
the door. It was snowing harsh. I walked down the road to her house. I knocked on her
window, slid the letter into the little space between the window and the wall. She
had always left her window open. I ran away, up the road. The snowflaked hit my eyes
agressivly. Soon, I was back inside my warm house, nervous of what she would think of
A black envolope was sitting at my window. It had my name in fancy letters on the
front. I looked outside and I had seen nobody. I shut my curtain, and walked to my
bed. I sat down, opened the letter slowly and carefully. I began to read.
As if the moon doesnt glow. As if the sun doesnt shine bright. As if my heart doesnt
beat. As if your not the love of my life.
Theres nothing in this universe that can stop me from loving you.
I Love You
My jaw fell open. My eyes were drowning in tears. I folded the poem up lightly and
carefully. Slowly slid it back into the involope. I tucked it under my pillow and sat
((to be continued))
~Emily Michelle Berry~