(A post via Melee.)
You kissed me behind the bushes after the dance. You made me blush when you whispered words into my ear that no one could hear. The music was blasting through the windows, so I hoped you couldn't see that I shook with the leaves as if taken up by the rhythm of the night.
I didn't care when you started another song with another girl. After all, only a short while ago I was her, swept into your long arms and carried away by your swift steps. When your eyes shone on me, the dingy low ceiling and the dim yellow lights hanging just above us disappeared. Smoke shrouded sweaty bodies turned into angelic shadows, and a stary robe of midnight blue fell over us we twirled. I thought it would last forever, though forever turned out sooner.
Why did you call me? Why did you write? Why will you not let me forget? I can't tell. But when I blinked that night from the stars that fell onto my face, turned into water and tears, I woke up.
So let me be. I had a nice dream, and that is where you will stay.
Now to pass it on - to anyone who is interested, I ask you to write a letter to whoever about whatever. It must begin with "Dear you" and you can only use pronouns.
Thank you Melee for tagging me with this post, I thought you did a fantastic job with your letter. I've definitely enjoyed reading your stories and thoughts, I hope a few others who visits here would too.