I've Written You Hundreds of Messages I'll Never Send.

[Audo]

I've Written You Hundreds of Messages I'll Never Send.
(Prompt 01 | 09-22-09)

I always liked willow trees.

Just like how I always liked him.

But he would never know this. It wasn’t so much that he wouldn’t like me back – I’d like to believe that he could, if he knew me. I’m the kind of girl everyone would root for, or, at least, I’d like to believe they would.

I’m kind of shy.

And by kind of, I mean really; like, painstakingly shy.

It’s the kind of shy that, if you were to see me, you would make a comment about. Usually not a nice comment either. Like, “poor girl, she was always too shy to do anything meaningful with her life, no wonder she ended up declawing cats for a living”. Something like that.

If I could stop being shy, if only for a second.

Maybe then I would be able to send the hundreds of messages i’ve written, that I never was able to before.

For all I know, it could take just one. Just one message and then everything would be how I wanted it to be. We could be so happy together, like, one of those couples you see on TV. Not the scampy couple, but the one you usually see in the background at the party the scampy couple went to. The ones – who are sitting together, hand-in-hand, maybe even a head on each other’s shoulder – not even bothering with the scampy couple’s shenanigans. Yeah, we could be them.

If only I had the confidence.

If only I had the guts.

People tell me I’m hopeless. They tell me that everyone knows I like him – Tom. Say he knows and quite clearly, he doesn’t like me back. Maybe he doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t.

Sometimes you just got believe.

I’ve written a hundred messages to you that i’ll never send.

And I’ll always await the day where you come up to me, smiling. You’ll brush away the branches of the willow tree and find me behind them all. Maybe I’ll be crying, maybe I won’t.

But you’ll lean down close to me.

And you’ll be smiling as you tell me, “You know those messages you never sent? Well, I got them. I got them all. And you need to know, I wrote hundreds of messages I never sent to you too.

“You just haven’t gotten them yet.”

[Riel]

For some reason, while I was reading this, I was thinking: and IIII'm the one with stand-alone sentences? :3

For the piece in general, it isn't bad. I like the way that you interpreted the prompt, but I'm not so sure that it's quite so...profound as I would want it to be. I get the idea that this is a kind of bland girl, that ONLY exists because she has this love for a boy. There's no...pizzaz? I don't know, it just seems to me that she's a little hollow.

[Audo]

Originally Posted by Riel

For some reason, while I was reading this, I was thinking: and IIII'm the one with stand-alone sentences? :3

Funny, I was actually thinking about that while I was writing it. xD.

For the piece in general, it isn't bad. I like the way that you interpreted the prompt, but I'm not so sure that it's quite so...profound as I would want it to be. I get the idea that this is a kind of bland girl, that ONLY exists because she has this love for a boy. There's no...pizzaz? I don't know, it just seems to me that she's a little hollow.

As hollow as the tree she sits by.