Dear boy, dear girl

Dear boy,

I really miss what we shared that night. It was just one night in just a dancing and you were just a boy, but that night you were just my boy and that felt so good. I know we didn't know each other before that night and I know we were both drunk but I really loved the time we spent together. Maybe I should be ashamed because I wasn't as drunk as you were and maybe it was a little bit of profiting what I did, but I couldn't help myself either. Flirting all night is not one of my habits, but with you it felt so natural and good.
I have to admit I have been flirting with some boys after you, because I wanted to forget you. It didn't work. I never forgot your face or your smile or how your lips tasted. I never forgot how you smelled and how your voice sounded when you whispered in my ear later that night.

It's just too bad you had to go.

And now you're gone and this is like the hundredth letter I write but will never send because I don't think you want me to. If you did, wouldn't you send me a letter? I think you would. So this letter will be in the box under my bed with the ninety-nine other letters.
I should stop writing you but I can't, I can't because - well, I guess it's because I love you. Would you believe that, boy? Would you believe I'm in love with you? Just because of that one night...


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Dear girl,

I wish so hard you had sent me a letter that I have the feeling my head will explode. Why did you never write me, girl? Is it because of what we did?
I'm so ashamed. I'm so ashamed of what I did and because I was drunk. I usually never  drink too much but that night... I just had to forget some things and at the end you were the one really making me forget them. Do you remember when we danced, girl ? Do you remember when we went to your house ? Do you remember lying on your bed and me whispering in your ear that you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen ? It was true, you know. You're so damn beautiful.

I never wanted to go.

I don't think I explained to you why I had to go that morning. Or why I drank so much, or why I didn't tell you I loved you though I did. I did, and I do. I don't know how you did  it girl, but you thawed my cold heart and made me fall in love with you. Would you believe me if I'd be ever able to tell you? But I'll never be because I won't send you any letters as you don't send me any. As I believe that means that you don't care about me. I know you were drunk too. I'm so sorry.