Lovers Poetry Robin Arellano X Yn

part two letters

Second person

It was now the end of the hell, Yn walked up to her locker for the last time that day. She opened it to see a envelope that hadn't been there before, Yn picked it up cautiously and held it I'm both hands.

She clutched it tightly for fear of dropping it, the envelope was a light pink paper, black ink in a feathery hand in one corner.

To,

Yn

Yn turned it over, it didn't say who it was from. She opened the letter and placed the envelope in her locker, and held the piece of paper.

It read

To Yn

I have read many poems in my life, each of which claims that love is the centre of the universe, at the time I did not believe them.

That was untill I met you, silk hair, soft skin, the eyes of a goddess. A voice delicate like flowers, a smile with the sun's radiance.

The most beautiful girl I have ever, and will ever lay my lucky eyes upon. I would tell you who I am but, the lethal thing is, I do not know of your feelings towards me.

So I shall not tell you with this letter, maybe not even the next, or the next but what I do know is one day I will.

From,

Your secret admirer.

Yn exhaled a feathery breath, who could it be from? Robin? No, definitely not. Who would send her a love letter? It was so well written out, so poetic it sent her to a new world.

She just had to find out who could write like that.

Secret admirer POV

As soon as the bell rang, I got up and rushed out of my history classroom to Yns locker.

For some context, I have had a crush on Yn for, like a year and today I'm gonna give her a love letter I wrote myself. Not signed, I don't want to tell her yet but just to let her know someone likes her.

Maybe she'll find out on her own!

(Hopefully)

I take out the letter from my back pocket, and then immediately regret my decision made turn away.

But I turn back and before I can think about it again I slip it into her locker, and sigh.

Well that's it over with, I just have to maybe write some more, send them to her. Then eventually (hopefully) I'll tell her that's it's me.

But not yet, I won't tell her just yet.

Yn POV

My heart beats against the ribs inside my chest, as if trying to escape and find the one who wrote this letter.

But I do not know who it was, I'll find out eventually. I put the letter in my bag, toss in my gum, my books and then leave the school.

What seems like a thousand thoughts whizz through my head at once, but I can't find sense to some, or even an answer.

I think, even if Robin isn't the one who wrote the letter (a thought that causes heartache) Maybe if I ever found out, I would maybe date him.

I mean, the way he writes is so poetic, he seems like a decent person. Not a douche like some guys I know.

I know that the idea of doing that is what any really sane person would do but, not me, me who would risk death for love.

The thought of loving anyone but Robin sounds insane and even if he doesn't like me back then, it won't stop me loving him but always then I would know.

I reach my house and unlock the door, closing it behind me I drop my bag.

I go up to my room and take off my coat. I walk over and kneel down to a cardboard box I have next to my desk. I flick through the records I have and pull one out.

' Can't help falling in love. By Elvis Presley.'

I set the disck on my record player and turn the volume up, I walk over to my bed and flip in it, laying on my back.

I just lie there, and think. About Robin and love and letters and secret admirers.

It's all so beautifully confusing.