Dear Joanna

I hope that your evening has been well . I apologise for the inconvenience, as I know that a letter isn’t the most up to date way of addressing someone , but I felt it to be fitting. There is something that has been on my mind for quite some time , ever since that day when Mr Watts sat us next to each other in Math, and we figured out the best way to fix a calculator was by smacking it. There isn’t a way to say this that isn’t as already awkward as it’s going to be, so I’ll cut to the chase

Joanna, I love you.

I love you, and have done for quite some time. When i get up in the morning, and sit in a cramped bus full of slimy kids that do their homework on their way to school, my day is made with the mere thought that i might get to spend my time with you. When i sit and eat my subpar lunch that i packed myself and lock eyes with you, suddenly it is packed from the gods themself. When I get home, and I get a notification from my phone, I beam with joy of the thought of being able to speak to you for longer, as there isn’t a single thing that I could possibly conceive about you that i don’t love . The way you smile. The way you talk. The way that you dress like a model on a fashion show, but without the acknowledgement that you do so. The way that you laugh at my jokes that don’t even deserve a light chuckle . The way that you gently and effortlessly handle confrontation . You are without a shadow of a doubt in my mind the most physically and mentally attractive person that both my eyes and heart have ever set themselves up upon. If the world caved in on itself and the last thing that I saw was a glimpse of you, I’d be contempt In my own demise. Heaven exists on earth , and it’s how I feel when I get to spend time with you.

If this is just a flash in the pan for you , one of many turned down confessions that you receive from a whole host of people , I’d like mine not to be discarded immediately, just because I’m not exactly your type, or even someone that you would be interested in at all. I’d like you to remember this , remember these notes and how it made me feel, remember all of the positivity you have breathed into my life by being such a kind, generous and loving person. and most importantly, I want you to remember me.

I’ll see you on the other side.

With love,

Roxanne

A single tear falls from Joanna’s face as she drops the letter and rushes out of the door. Joanna paces towards the hooded figure who dropped the letter off down the road. Joanna is unable to catch up to this figure, until she stops in the middle of the road

And as the gates fall down, and the train speeds past , one last glance , one last kiss to remember her by.