Hi, my name is Linda! I've been writing poetry, fanfiction, and original fiction for a couple years now. I enjoy dancing, reading, acting, singing, and writing of course. I love writing, and I hope you enjoy reading everything!
I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my dress and trying not to cringe at my reflection. My hair, dirty blond and barely past chin length, never seemed to do anything more than stick out from my skull like a pile of twigs.
Not that it really mattered, though. The only date I had tonight was with my three year old brother, and somehow I doubted he was going to care what I looked like. It was New Year's Eve, and I was being forced to spend it making play dough race cars with a toddler. Great.
Poetry is one of my favorite forms of writing. I hope you like it!
I never wanted to write this letter. This wasn't how I wanted to explain myself. It was my fondest wish to leave an elegant note upon a yellowed piece of paper, with a stain from my coffee cup at the upper right corner. I would tell you to meet me at some chic cafe in such-and-such time, and you'd arrive to meet me with that letter, creased from years of folding and refolding, still crumpled up in your pocket. We'd sit and chat, and it would be just like old times.
I never imagined that you'd be the one to leave me.