To whomever

 

To Whomever Discovers These Letters,

            I’ve never been good at putting thoughts into words that are audible. It seems bearing my feelings in graphite and paper is easier than with flesh and tongue. Whenever I start, my mouth moves in the form of words, and my Adam’s apple retreats to block my throat from adding sound; the final product being a blabbering stuttering mess of sounds that nobody can or will decipher into the true message.

            This is evident in the first girl that I felt more for than the others. She was exotic with an American influence that made for a beauty of a girl. Her brown hair draped over her back midway that made me squirm with temptation, and her eyes were dark brown. That was the first time that I found myself truly lost into someone’s eyes, and I didn’t mind the fact that I was. Her body made Venus jealous, as well as her peers. She was beauty incarnate, and it took me two years of stammering over word choice to say my own name.

            After another year of flirting, and disappointment on my courage I worked up enough up to try to tell her how I felt and a familiar lump in my throat distracted me from hours practicing in front of the mirror. This cultivated in an awkward moment in the small place of my car that made both of us claustrophobic. I feel that she more than I felt the claustrophobia.

            But, hopefully writing my thoughts without the intentions of release will be sort of like self-therapy. Then I’ll be able to talk to people with sort of a Winston Churchill like distinction. Or, I won’t change, and the letters will join an ever growing pile of crumpled failed events at writing, and sit next to the ever growing pile off failed attempts at life.

Sincerely,

Anonymous Writer

Author's Note

ignore my grammer, general thoughts

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Great story. I once read that introverts express themselves better in writing than speaking and there's a difference between being shy and being an introvert. I'm an introvert but I'm not shy. If I'm so motivated i can strike up a conversation with anyone but I need alone time other wise I ll lose my mind. We live in an extroverted culture that often marginalizes us introverts as shy or weird. There's nothing wrong with us and extroverts flap their gums way to much.