book club // michael clifford

letter 08.

dear boy with the key,

me?

your secret?

i must say,

i was expecting,

something a bit more,

dangerous.

but in all honesty,

you are my secret.

you think i only noticed you,

because of these letters?

well you're wrong.

ever since the first day i saw you,

walk in with your head down,

water dripping of your body,

while you hold a shy smile on your face,

i knew there was something about you.

you see i realize a lot of things,

like how when you're reading,

you get so caught up into that book,

that the whole world around you,

doesn't exist.

or,

how when you're sad,

your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes,

but you pretend,

to make everyone else happy.

actually,

i've only ever seen,

you really smile once.

like, 

a true,

genuine one.

the ones,

when they make small crinkles,

at the side of your lips

a slight tint of red in your cheeks,

and a certain,

sparkle in your orbs.

that one smile,

brought a slight flutter to my belly,

and a smile of my own,

appear on my lips,

that's the first time, 

in years i smiled..

thank you, 

i guess.

and well,

since we're being honest,

the reason i put my self down,

is to save everyone else time.

i mean,

if everyday, 

you had someone,

calling you

fat,

ugly,

worthless.

you'd want it to stop?

this way,

i don't hear these things,

leave other peoples mouths as often.

i just hear them in my head.

all the time.

great,

now you think i'm crazy, 

so i'm just going to go,

before i make this,

worse for my self.

sincerely 

girl who's not crazy (maybe)

                                                                    x

p.s

maybe i've already let you in.