unreliable

Yes, it's true, I did fall in love with you at first sight.
Yes, that may seem so hypocritical- you will probably criticize me for this later, after all, I had told you that love at first sight does not exist.
Why am I writing you a letter in the first place? Maybe because I needed to clear my mind out, and attempt to sort out the war zone that I call my brain. Or maybe it's because I don't true the computer enough to send this to you. Maybe because the sight of fresh ink of a clean piece of paper is what I love the most about writing.
The first time I saw you it was as if the world had stopped spinning and I had fallen on the floor, head first. You didn't notice me, you were too busy chatting up a blond girl; an old friend. I had been doodling on my English notebook and had raised my head up at the worse moment possible. The first thing I noticed about you was your eyes. Your eyes are the color of the Pacific Ocean, a gray-blue storm.
I looked down immediately, back to my doodle, shooting a prayer to God above that you hadn't noticed me.
I wanted to die in a hole at that moment, my heart was thumping rapidly, I was afraid someone could hear it; namely you. After all, you were only a couple desks away. My gaze lingered on the door, and I shot another prayer to God; let this class be over soon.
I walked out that door without saying hello, or asking you for your name. Instead, I was chanting to myself 'shut up, Angie, stop thinking and get to class. You'll never see him again.'
Another day passed by, and English class came back. You were still there.
I was surprised, most guy wouldn't want to be caught dead in a honors English class. Why the heck were you still there? I would find that out, soon, I promised myself.
I still didn't know your name.
Weeks went on, that pretty blond you had talked to was gone. I was secretly over-joyed at this.
I finally knew your name. I thought it fit you. It was very...rocker. You wanted to be a rock-star. A musician. But that wasn't all you were. You were an artist, I found that out during the first day I saw you.
You were drawing, and I didn't know what it was that had captivated your attention.
August had turned into September and we were sitting next to each other, along with three other girls. You were the only guy in our group; I felt bad for you.
Marielle, Alyssa, and Natalia. They were great to meet. They became great friends, along with you, of course.
So, we began talking. Music, TV, and art. Whatever would come to our really messed up minds.
That was when I began to realize something...
I think I fell in...something that's not love. What I felt couldn't be love.
I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love, and here I was.
But none of that matters. Not now.
Now, I will send this letter, and all my rambles to your studio.
Hey, good luck in the real world, alright?
-Angie Starr.
-An excerpt from Unreliable.
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I think that was the most emotional piece of writing I have ever written. Sort of. I mean...
Anyways, names are all from the book I'm currently working on; that is when I'm not doing summer school or working on fan-fiction or editing Chaos & Conflict.
Blah. You might get to see Unreliable finished. Maybe.
Have a good day.
*simple and clean*
-Angie