Love Letters Read Free Page B

so I could
still be with you even if you’re not around. I’m sure that new guy is making
you happy. But if I had the chance, I could make you even happier. Well, at least
I’d try. Those guys you date sometimes don’t seem like they know your worth. I
hope he’s different, for our sake. I wouldn’t know what to do if I saw you cry
again. I can’t afford to blow my cover. Please take care.
    Yours truly,
    Louie
    Dear Irene,
    I’m glad you’re
wearing the sweater I gave you. I never expected that you’d welcome my
affection so openly given the circumstances. I hope you had a happy birthday.
If I could, I would’ve have swept you away with a vacation to the Bahamas. I
saw you flipping through a travel book in the library once and noticed your
interest in it. Maybe, someday, when I’ve gathered up the courage to speak to
you in person, I’d be able to offer you more than just a sweater. Believe me,
if I could, I would present you the stars. But right now, all I have to give is
my love.
    Yours truly,
    Louie
    Dear Irene,
    I’m sorry your
boyfriend cheated on you. You deserve better. Don’t worry though because I’m
nearly ready. Just be a little more patient. Don’t cry on his account. You’re
far too precious to worry about such trivial matters. I hope the package I sent
you cheered you up. How I wish I could talk to you and hold you in my arms
right now. I’ll save you soon. Wait for me. I love you.
    Yours truly,
    Louie
    Lisa was
overwhelmed with emotion. It was as if she was struck by lightning. Her head
began turning numb and her skin started to develop goose bumps. Catching up to
her racing mind, she finally found the answer to what she was looking for. And
before the mood could escape her, she began writing about how she imagined
Louie and Irene’s lives were. It took about three hours before she finally lost
her steam. But while fixing up to go to lunch, she was already playing with a
number of ideas on how to develop the plot she’s established.
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*             *
    Three days in, Lisa
still found herself held back by a stumbling block that could not be broken
down using any stimulant. She had already read through the letters and written
up to the climax of the story. But now she can’t make up her mind on how it
should unfold and what the ending should be. Having depended most of the plot
on the contents of the letter, she felt it would unhinge the beginning from the
end if she took the liberty of making it her own. With that conclusion, she
decided to find out who this “Louie” character was and learn more about what
happened to him and Irene.
    Her first instinct
was to rummage through the yearbook and determine which among her batch mates
was named Louie. Having had a very limited social circle, she couldn’t trust
that she’d come up with anyone at will. Besides, she couldn’t call Jodie,
Melissa or Hanna to help because they were all busy with their Spring Break
excursions. It was a tough few minutes and confusing at best. But Lisa was able
to round up a clue on which her mystery writer was. Much to her surprise, it
was John Mitchell.
    John Louie
Mitchell??
    Of all people, why
him? What was aggravating about this finding was that John was the only one who
had the name Louie in the grade level, which was weird. And moreover, he was
taking the same class as Lisa was, making him fit the bill. It was hard to
believe that such a classic jock jerk would have a sensitive and shy streak to
him or would even have the time to write love letters for a girl. Going back on
their encounter at the park, John was definitely a ladies man and not the
hopeless romantic the writings depict. Still, it was worth giving the theory a
shot. And so Lisa called John up using the home phone number that was
registered.
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*             *
    Lisa rode her bike
to Riddell’s the next day to meet up with John for snacks. Surprisingly, he was
there early