I got home late that night and was floating on cloud 9. It was the perfect first date and I wished it was my first ever date. It may have been dinner at Luke's and a movie, but it was more than that. It was a home cooked meal at Luke's and an epic giant movie screen in his backyard. And my date was someone I couldn't currently think about without feeling a flutter in my stomach and causing me to involuntarily smile. I haven't dated a lot, but tonight wasn't my first ever date and this one was the only one that I'd want to count.
So I floated up to my room, wanting to just relive the whole night over again, but first things first. I took out the little stack of letters Luke wrote me. He didn't want me to read them in front of him and I don't blame him. I'd be super embarrassed too.
I sat on my bed and lightly grazed my fingertips over the envelopes. Luke was smart and numbered the envelopes so I wouldn't have to guess which one to read first.
Letter #1
Dear Maisey,
I told you that the letters Ryan Gosling wrote for Rachel McAdams every day in The Notebook was the most romantic thing I'd seen in a movie so I thought it would be a genius way to express my feelings for you and offer my apologies for everything that has happened.
I don't really know how to write one of these letters. I guess it's a love letter? Hopefully I don't come off sounding like a complete idiot.
I would've preferred to talk to you in person. If I didn't chicken out, that is. But, I heard you went to France with Jack. France is a beautiful country and I'm excited for you to get to explore and eat all the amazing food there, but selfishly I wish you were still here. My birthday party was tonight and some drama went down. But I don't even care about that. All I cared about was that you weren't there to celebrate with me. Kind of selfish, I know. But, it's my birthday so cut me some slack?
I did get the gifts from you though and seeing them may have been the best part of my night and that's saying something because you and my mom planned an epic party.
Until tomorrow,
Luke.
Letter #2
Dear Maisey,
This is probably a sore subject, but remember the night of the beach party with the bonfire? I remember being surprised that you actually came since Paris is the one who invited you, but I was so happy to see you. I remember thinking you looked so pretty with your green jacket and the breeze blowing through your hair by the ocean.
You probably don't remember this, but I was going to come and talk to you when I saw you sitting by the fire. Then, Brennan came to sit with you and yeah....
I think when I saw you that night I knew there was something going on between us. At least on my end. You might've thought I was just your old friend with the girlfriend you couldn't stand. I thought you might've felt a pull to me too, but then I saw you laughing with Brennan and you looked excited and happy. I wanted that for you even if I wasn't the one that was making you look excited and happy. So I left you guys to it.
Anyway, the point of this is that I don't want you to only look back on that night as the start of something bad, because it was the start of me seeing you as more than a friend.
Luke
Letter #3
Dear Maisey,
You've been in France for 3 days now. It feels weird to not talk to you for so long. I think you're going to up the Eiffel Tower today. At least that's what Jack said on his Instagram stories this morning. I hope you get a clear view so you can take in the whole city laid out before you. I saw it a few years ago on a family vacation and I remember thinking it was so cool up there. Thinking back on it now, now that I'm older, there's something really reflective about looking down at all the buildings and cars and trees and people and see only miniature things and specks. It makes you realize you're just a tiny part of this big wheel of life. At the same time you're standing on an iron structure that was dreamed up, created by, and built by humans. It's inspiring and I hope you are able to have the time to take it all in. Let the sheer beauty of it all inspire you to do great things. I hope one day we can visit it together.
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Something Sweet
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