Dear Clara,
It was summer when I first saw you twirl in that dress. You know the one, white and robins egg blue. Your blonde hair cascaded flawlessly down your back the smile on your face more dazzling than anything I had ever seen. The summer breeze blew gently as you danced clearly oblivious to the fact that anyone was watching. Otherwise your cheeks would have turned that shade of red I find so adorable and you would have sat down behind a tree trying to hide yourself. Summer was coming to an end then. I didn't know you but I couldn't bring myself to say hello. So I just watched as you danced to whatever music flowed through your headphones unable to help myself. Unable to stop myself from thinking about how beautiful you were being yourself the way a person can only be when no one is watching and how I was standing there looking like a dork in the jeans that were ripped at the knees. I didn't know if I'd ever see you again and I wished I could at least know your name but I couldn't get the courage up to take even the smallest step closer to you. Fear of interrupting your happiness, fear that someone like you would never want to talk to me anyhow, and fear that I would just be an annoyance in an otherwise good day. I never told you about that day; the most important day that could ever be. I remember the leaf that fell into your hair and how you pulled it out tossing it into the wind only for it to be carried just far enough to smack me in the face while I was busy still trying to work up the courage that never came. I still have the leaf but I never told you that either. It reminded me of you and even if I never saw your smile again I'd remember the girl who danced with the trees as her audience and how she made my heart skip a beat. This is the first letter; the first moment in a long line of memories of you that I will always carry with me. These are the words that I never told you, and maybe I should have but it's too late now and I only have myself to blame. This is everything I didn't say.
-The boy whose heart was yours.
YOU ARE READING
Everything I didn't say.
Teen FictionAll of the words that were never said written in letters that will never be read.
