[as you can see, i'm a girl but i'm writing things about another girl. i'm openly a bi person and i hope all my readers are accepting :) this is another part of my letter to juliet. i wrote this for her, someday i'll let her know. she's my muse on paper. i'm happy that she inspired a lot of works from me.]
i shouldn't love you but i did anyway. i'm a rebel, and now i payed the price. the thing about pain is that it doesn't go away that easy no matter how much you try. i'll never learn though, because when i fall in love, i'd risk it all, i'd take chances because that's all i'll ever know.
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So my dear Juliet,
i'm a hopeless romantic and there's no other way to put it. You've probably noticed that because you notice how i write a lot of poems and letters in class but you never knew all of them was for you. i love the mystery, and that's why i fell for you. I love that smile of yours that subtly says, "you don't know me and you never will" but maybe your smiles are right. i'll never get to know you the way i want to. all i know is you're all about adventures and risks and i'm the kind of girl who's a sucker for them. in other words Juliet, i'm a sucker for you.
and sometimes i would just stay outside the line in hopes that if i look at you long enough you'd love me back. it's getting hard to stare at you because god, you always leave me speechless, unable to string enough coherent words to describe the way i feel. we'd talk and laugh but suddenly time would seem so damn ephemeral when i'm with you. i'd always blush at your compliments but when somebody else said them, i'd ignore it, because your words are the only thing i believe. you make me feel like i'm actually worth something you know? god, i'm probably smiling like an idiot now but i don't mind.
but i really want to know your eyes that tells a thousand stories. i want to know those little things about you everyone else wouldn't mind knowing, cause you know what? all those people only admire what's outside. but not me. i want to know what makes up such a beautiful soul like you. if only i could tell you what i really feel. if only i could kiss your lips so that there wouldn't be any need for words. because no matter how cliche it sounds, you're all that matter to me.
you always reminds me of the sky juliet; both breathtaking and effortlessly beautiful, unpredictable at times but undoubtedly a piece of art. i always wondered how people managed to miss the beauty of both arts. the magnificent sun rises everyday yet everyone is too caught up in the things they think are more important to even look up. they miss out on the fascinating streaks of colors it adds to the sky, the perfect canvas the gods must've painted themselves, kind of like you in a way. everyone is too busy to admire the both of you. i pity them for they cannot see the things through my eyes. they always look for beautiful things and when they find one they wouldn't admire it the way everything should be admired because they always think that something else would always be prettier, more grand and rare. but you're that something else for me.
i just hope you finally see it through.
here to always give you love,
clarke lucy asher