Letters never read, Letters never send

First Letter

Joseph,

You were home for spring break; you were a sophomore in college. My family moved into town that fall right after your summer break ended. I was a junior in high school.

I remember I was riding my bicycle around the block, there was nothing better to do and I had to start training again, when I noticed a beat up Honda parked across the street. I tried to ignore it and keep going. I only made it to the corner, I had to turn back to see who it was. You know how curious I am.

I rode into my garage and pretended to put stuff away in there while I watched you. Did you notice me? Did you look back and wonder who the weird kid picking up the same thing and moving it to different spots was?

I must sound like a stalker, at times I felt like one. Probably another reason your mom hates me. You know she does, I’m the awful kid from across the street that turned her baby boy gay.

From the day I moved in, I never hit off with your mom. She came over to say ‘hello’ and like the cliché, she brought over a freshly baked apple pie, (or so I thought, I now know your mom buys them from Publix and then just throws them in the oven for a bit. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you told me). Anyway, she brought the warm pie and I was trying to get Lulu into the house. You know how bad Lulu can be when she doesn’t want to do something.

I was pulling Lulu by her leash trying to get her into the house and I didn’t notice your mom was behind me.  Lulu managed to get out of her collar and I fly back right into your mother. Did she ever tell you this happened? I’m still so embarrassed by it that I haven’t told anyone that it happened. Stupid dog.

I should probably take that back, if it weren’t for Lulu you’d have never noticed me. She is a strong bitch, don’t tell me she isn’t. It isn’t me walking her, it’s her walking me. She was insane that day. Poor thing had been cooped up in the house all day.

She spotted you before I did. I wonder if she knew you were the boy I was always spying on.  She dragged me across the street and jumped on you. I was so embarrassed, but I have to admit I was so worried about her hurting you that I didn’t have time to worry about actually talking to you.

She misses you, you know? I catch her looking towards your house and she has this sad look on her face. I’ve had her since I was twelve, and she likes you more than me. It isn’t fair! I understand everyone likes you.

Joseph, I miss you too. I miss you more than I could ever say in words. Please … call me, answer an email, something!

I’m sorry I didn’t say it back, I’m so sorry but you know I do. You have to know I do because you have become the reason I smile. You know I have a hard time saying things…I’m always better with writing words down. Believe it when you read it J, and if you are angry with me for not saying it, read it, believe it and forgive me. I LOVE YOU JOSEPH.

Stan.