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- I - I took out a sheet of paper from my folder. It's pink and it has some very cute bunnies at the border. I know some people thinks it is very childish, and it is hardly the proper stationary to use when writing a letter to the guy I love.
Especially when that guy is Darien shields.
Nevertheless, Serena Taylor will not make excuses anymore. There are certain things a girl needs to do. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I pick up the pen and started to write.
- II - Dear Darien,
I doubt you'll ever read this letter. I don't even know why I am writing. I do know it's a letter that you'll never read, and in turn I'll never get a reply.
But I need to get it all out of my system.
And I don't even know how to start.
I want to scream, to rant, or just break down and cry. There are times I'm torn between strangling you and kissing you. And it hurts - it hurts badly. It hurts so bad, it's all I can do not to break down and cry in front of you.
I think I may have fallen in love with you.
It's so laudable. I've never even liked you to start with. To me, you were always such an upright prig - so old-fashioned. I couldn't stand it. I hated your principles.
It's difficult - to see you everyday and to keep my distance away from you. Oh Lord, how I hate the way you get on my nerves! It's like you feed on my anger.
It made me angry. It was as though you treated me as some sort of amusement. Something you can vent your frustrations on because you're just too bloody nice to vent it on anyone else. Well, for your information, I HATE IT! What makes you think I'm different from other people, that I can take your barbs all so well?
And I'm not stupid! I just don't like figures! What's wrong with that? I know you adore physics and you want to be a great doctor of some sort. But I hate them! Seeing formulas just makes my stomach churn and makes me want to gag. It isn't that I don't try - it's just that I can't stand of going through everything in a mannerly order.
But that's just you isn't it? Orderly - not a hair out of place. It's like you have your whole life planned ahead of you. You get up in the morning, shower, and change into your black turtleneck and that totally hideous vomit-green jacket and you start your day. You want to finish med-school before you turn 25, married by 30 and settle down with kids by 33 (I think).
Well, I'm not like you! I need challenges, the zest in life - try new things, meet new people and gain new experiences. I want people to be able to say, "She lived her life." I don't want people to engrave on my tombstone - here lies Serena Taylor. She was a dead bore.
But you know what? Through these differences, I still found it in my heart to fall in love with you. That even though I hate almost everything about you, from your orderly well planned life right down to you ugly jacket - I can still at the end of the day think of you fondly before I fall asleep.
And it sucks big time because I don't know how you feel about me. Mina said you're reacting to me that way (fighting with me all the time) because you like me and as a member of the male species, you don't know how to react. And you know what? I don't know how to react towards you either! It's difficult in high school and you're snide remarks isn't helping!
But Love can't be shunned, locked away or even be forgotten. Even through the times when I thought that I've forgotten all about you, the memory of you have sunk deep in my heart, where the most treasured memories lie. And it was just a matter of time before you resurface in the deep and stormy sea that is my heart.
Love is such a big word. Excuse me for being romantic, but Love is like the most important thing in the whole world. The universe revolves around it. We wouldn't even have existed if it weren't because of Love. Some people say Love never lives. But I think they are wrong. Maybe it is us that have never lived before.
And I'm telling you here now - I'm in love with you, Darien Shields.
I don't dare tell people how I feel, because I'm scared. I feel like the moron that has fallen in love with the smart genius. I'm afraid that you'll laugh in my face. I feel insecure - because you're so smart and I'm so dumb. My intelligence seems so inferior when I'm around you.
I can't be vivacious like Mina, smart like Amy, determined like Rei, or a half a good cook as Lita. I'm just me, plain old Serena Taylor a.k.a. Meatball Head. I will never be able to understand scientific formulas or talk to you about the latest inventions.
And it hurts because there is such a big gap between us. You'll never tell me how you feel, and I'll never be able to voice out my love for you. My knees just go weak when I see you. Maybe that explains why I keep klutzing out when I'm around you.
Darien Shields - when will you ever tell me what you think of me? Do you even remotely like me for the way I am? Or will I always be the immature dumb blonde in your eyes?
It hurts, Darien. It hurts in a way that you'll never know - because I can't forget you. And every time I look into your eyes, my heart felt as if there's a vice clamped onto it - applying force.
I'm not very brave, Darien. I'm just a girl - whose feelings are going haywire with the sudden arrival of hormones. If you're going to be a doctor, I advise you to cure me first. That way can both get on with our lives? You'll never have seen my meatball styled hair ever again.
I wish you'll just tell me what you think - how you feel. Maybe I'll be able to get on with my life after you tell me that. Either way, I'll feel better. I feel like I'm suffocating now. I know that the pages are filled with my incessant ramblings. Heck! There are so many times in the duration of writing this letter that I've lost my line of thought.
But this is how I feel.
This is how you make me feel.
Serena - III - I put down my pen and wiped away the tears that had somehow fallen from my eyes. One of them ran down my cheek, and dripped onto the paper, smudging the ink.
I have used up four pages from my favorite notepad for this letter. Four pages filled confessions of my innermost feelings.
And now, this is the hardest part.
What am I going to do with it?
End -
Question: What should Serena do with it? If she does send the letter, the story will go on. Or maybe she'll just chicken out and burn it.
Just a short piece that I did after reading a story that was particularly inspiring. Not particularly good in my opinion but do tell me what you think. You can either review or send me a personal mail at [email protected].
- I - I took out a sheet of paper from my folder. It's pink and it has some very cute bunnies at the border. I know some people thinks it is very childish, and it is hardly the proper stationary to use when writing a letter to the guy I love.
Especially when that guy is Darien shields.
Nevertheless, Serena Taylor will not make excuses anymore. There are certain things a girl needs to do. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I pick up the pen and started to write.
- II - Dear Darien,
I doubt you'll ever read this letter. I don't even know why I am writing. I do know it's a letter that you'll never read, and in turn I'll never get a reply.
But I need to get it all out of my system.
And I don't even know how to start.
I want to scream, to rant, or just break down and cry. There are times I'm torn between strangling you and kissing you. And it hurts - it hurts badly. It hurts so bad, it's all I can do not to break down and cry in front of you.
I think I may have fallen in love with you.
It's so laudable. I've never even liked you to start with. To me, you were always such an upright prig - so old-fashioned. I couldn't stand it. I hated your principles.
It's difficult - to see you everyday and to keep my distance away from you. Oh Lord, how I hate the way you get on my nerves! It's like you feed on my anger.
It made me angry. It was as though you treated me as some sort of amusement. Something you can vent your frustrations on because you're just too bloody nice to vent it on anyone else. Well, for your information, I HATE IT! What makes you think I'm different from other people, that I can take your barbs all so well?
And I'm not stupid! I just don't like figures! What's wrong with that? I know you adore physics and you want to be a great doctor of some sort. But I hate them! Seeing formulas just makes my stomach churn and makes me want to gag. It isn't that I don't try - it's just that I can't stand of going through everything in a mannerly order.
But that's just you isn't it? Orderly - not a hair out of place. It's like you have your whole life planned ahead of you. You get up in the morning, shower, and change into your black turtleneck and that totally hideous vomit-green jacket and you start your day. You want to finish med-school before you turn 25, married by 30 and settle down with kids by 33 (I think).
Well, I'm not like you! I need challenges, the zest in life - try new things, meet new people and gain new experiences. I want people to be able to say, "She lived her life." I don't want people to engrave on my tombstone - here lies Serena Taylor. She was a dead bore.
But you know what? Through these differences, I still found it in my heart to fall in love with you. That even though I hate almost everything about you, from your orderly well planned life right down to you ugly jacket - I can still at the end of the day think of you fondly before I fall asleep.
And it sucks big time because I don't know how you feel about me. Mina said you're reacting to me that way (fighting with me all the time) because you like me and as a member of the male species, you don't know how to react. And you know what? I don't know how to react towards you either! It's difficult in high school and you're snide remarks isn't helping!
But Love can't be shunned, locked away or even be forgotten. Even through the times when I thought that I've forgotten all about you, the memory of you have sunk deep in my heart, where the most treasured memories lie. And it was just a matter of time before you resurface in the deep and stormy sea that is my heart.
Love is such a big word. Excuse me for being romantic, but Love is like the most important thing in the whole world. The universe revolves around it. We wouldn't even have existed if it weren't because of Love. Some people say Love never lives. But I think they are wrong. Maybe it is us that have never lived before.
And I'm telling you here now - I'm in love with you, Darien Shields.
I don't dare tell people how I feel, because I'm scared. I feel like the moron that has fallen in love with the smart genius. I'm afraid that you'll laugh in my face. I feel insecure - because you're so smart and I'm so dumb. My intelligence seems so inferior when I'm around you.
I can't be vivacious like Mina, smart like Amy, determined like Rei, or a half a good cook as Lita. I'm just me, plain old Serena Taylor a.k.a. Meatball Head. I will never be able to understand scientific formulas or talk to you about the latest inventions.
And it hurts because there is such a big gap between us. You'll never tell me how you feel, and I'll never be able to voice out my love for you. My knees just go weak when I see you. Maybe that explains why I keep klutzing out when I'm around you.
Darien Shields - when will you ever tell me what you think of me? Do you even remotely like me for the way I am? Or will I always be the immature dumb blonde in your eyes?
It hurts, Darien. It hurts in a way that you'll never know - because I can't forget you. And every time I look into your eyes, my heart felt as if there's a vice clamped onto it - applying force.
I'm not very brave, Darien. I'm just a girl - whose feelings are going haywire with the sudden arrival of hormones. If you're going to be a doctor, I advise you to cure me first. That way can both get on with our lives? You'll never have seen my meatball styled hair ever again.
I wish you'll just tell me what you think - how you feel. Maybe I'll be able to get on with my life after you tell me that. Either way, I'll feel better. I feel like I'm suffocating now. I know that the pages are filled with my incessant ramblings. Heck! There are so many times in the duration of writing this letter that I've lost my line of thought.
But this is how I feel.
This is how you make me feel.
Serena - III - I put down my pen and wiped away the tears that had somehow fallen from my eyes. One of them ran down my cheek, and dripped onto the paper, smudging the ink.
I have used up four pages from my favorite notepad for this letter. Four pages filled confessions of my innermost feelings.
And now, this is the hardest part.
What am I going to do with it?
End -
Question: What should Serena do with it? If she does send the letter, the story will go on. Or maybe she'll just chicken out and burn it.
Just a short piece that I did after reading a story that was particularly inspiring. Not particularly good in my opinion but do tell me what you think. You can either review or send me a personal mail at [email protected].