• He was tall, teller than me. He felt....welcoming to me somehow. His eyes switched back and forth constantly and his face contorted into the most amusing ways that made me laugh. His name was Blake.... Blake Sigler.
    The day I met him was an odd, off day for me. He said I looked nice... we chased and flirted on a jungle gym that we were obviously too big for. He made me laugh. The day I met him, I was walking, nothing to do. I saw a different friend of mine on a bench beside him. My friend waved me over and I came. The two were playing games. Somehow I knew that before he even spoke that we would get along with each other. After that day people teased me as being a mirror image of Blake, though I was sure, and still am, that it isn’t true. He was cold on the outside, at times. His hair was messy and uncombed; his eyes were a golden brownish blue. His voice was so very comical. Of course I fell for him, though it was apparent he didn’t feel as strongly for me. He was there for me, when I cried, and for some reason, though he was cold, he made me carry on in tough times. He had this 'if you don’t do it yourself I’m sure as heck not dragging you along' kind of attitude. For the longest time he was my everything. I couldn’t wait to see him again. But, then one day.... he just... disappeared it seems. It’s hard to say what he felt for me, for I was unsure as well, though I am sure he didn’t fall for me. I hear he moved, I hear he got married... it makes me sad.... because I wanted him for myself... and I hope one day our paths will meet again. And if by some strange, unlikely twist of fate that he may be reading....
    Yeah, I may act like a kid, but that’s me. You know me. You changed me in more ways than one. You’ve made me so strong and confident in myself and can you blame me for falling in love with you? You were the guy I tried to impress every moment my freshman year; and I’m not going to stop. You cease to pull off the strangest, funniest things I’ve never seen before. I’d take a bullet, a knife or an arrow any day if it meant saving or protecting you. If you were to say that you feel the same for me, and always have, on my death bed; I would die the happiest girl on earth.
    And if I were to go back and re-live one day all over again, it would be the second time we were in the movie theater together. Back the first time you kissed me in the freezing chill of the dark night air. Back when I rode my bike past you into the street, nearly getting hit by a car, just to impress you.
    I don’t regret a single thing we ever did together.
    And I never will.

    sincerely,
    The Girl with Messy Brown Hair