Dear you,

I have nothing to give to you, no jewels or gold, let alone the world she has given you. I understand how much she is a part of your life, how she was your heroine, your leading lady. And I, couldn't even afford to try to compare myself in your eyes. She can offer you the world on a gold platter, while I can only offer to you this, my heart, not on a gold plate, not even silver. But my heart, if you wish, will beat its last rhythm, bleed its last drop, or even just stay still, for you if you ask it. So here I am, just a girl, writing a love letter, to the person she loves, asking him to love her.
Yes, I maybe nothing compared to her, your history with her may have gone way back, and you might just see me as a friend (it wont be the first for me). But I truly felt a spark between us, whether it was in the car ride last month, at that park last week, or in and between classes yesterday, I saw some kind of ignition in your eyes, I just hope you felt it, too. Even so, whatever choice you make, I will still be here, as a friend, or as anything you want.







Yours, me.*





* a fictional love letter written by my alter ego