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Hey Emma,

It's being five days and three hours since I sent you the last email. I don't whether or not I should be worried, but I am. And I'm also feeling really bad, because it's clear that I'm responsible for what's going on with you right now. 

I'm sorry for upsetting you in....any way I did. And I'll try not to do it again. I'm one of those people that don't rest easy when someone is mad at them or sad because of them. These past five days have really taken a toll on me( or so says my mirror), and I don't want to find out what will happen if I keep waiting for you to reply, hoping that you'd just decide to write me 'hey' and nothing else. 

Also, if you decide to still talk to me after reading this letter, then we won't go to the deep parts of our lives. There's a lot of other things to talk about, like how the weather is and how you picture your life forty years from now. 

I'll just tell you a bit more about myself while wishing deep within me that you reply me. Is this normal, feeling so much for someone that you barely know? Or maybe it's just how I am. 

Okay, I love animals. Which might be shocking to you, because of the 'dog shouldn't be man's best friend' comment I made earlier. But unlike you, I like the normal kind of animals. No tigers for me. I'm not a wuss in any way, but I'll definitely run for my life if I see one. 

I love cats most of all. I usually see dogs as playful, loving animals( well, most dogs). But cats seem really smart to me. They have calculated motives and actions. And despite being small, they're aggressive if need be. I had a cat when my dad was alive. Actually, my mum did. Her name was Snow( and no, the cat wasn't white) and I know I liked watching Snow lick herself or play with her toys. Mum wouldn't let me go near her because at the time, I was pretty young. Maybe six years old, I don't really remember. 

I'm not really sure what happened to Snow, and whenever I asked, my mum told me that Snow was on a little vacation. 

Sometimes, parents can be ridiculous. But I guess it's because children are pretty gullible. Little vacation...really mum? 

I smacked my head again. 

I don't even remember the last time I thought of Snow. But cats fascinate me. Especially their eyes. They're scary when fierce and really adorable when calm.  And many people would say it's the same for other animals, like dogs. I disagree. Dogs look cute whether angry or calm. It's when you look at the teeth and other features that they become scary as hell. 

What else is there to talk about...yeah, all those favorite... everything people talk about. I don't have a favorite color, but I do know I despise green. Well, despise is a strong word, but I don't really like the color. I won't want to throw up on you if you wore green or anything, but the color makes me uncomfortable.

The irony of this is that green is my mum's best color. And most of the furniture is green. So I have to deal with seeing it everyday. Or almost everyday, whatever. 

Daily torment, I tell ya. I remember telling her to change her wardrobe at a point, but she looked at me like I was talking gibberish. .

I eat everything, and I mean everything. As long as it's edible, it's welcome to my belly. So, I don't have a favorite food either. 

You already know the kind of sports I play, and the kind of books I read. And you know I'm into horror too. Comedy is my next genre of choice( have I mentioned this before?) If you want me to love you forever, just get me movies that have a touch of either horror or comedy all the time. 

I really want to watch the Harry Potter series too. I haven't, and it's out of fear of being disappointed. I've read all the books in the series, which is out of character for me, and I don't want that initial joy I got from reading the books to turn into sadness and annoyance. Movies have this way of ruining a good book. 

Another reason I don't read much. I prefer watching the movie than reading, but I'd much rather not watch a poor imitation of a good book. So in order to avoid that disappointment, I don't bother reading the book. So, my actions are pretty smart, right?

Right?

What else is there...em, I do have a brother. He's in college. School's going to be open pretty soon, so he left on time. Last week or so, I think. His name's Allen. He's the better looking brother, but we're actually alike in a lot of ways. 

I don't really see myself in forty years' time. I'll be fifty seven then, with children and probably grandchildren, and a well fulfilled life. I'll stop here, because I don't want to say something I'll be unsure of. 

God, I don't know what else to write about. Which makes me feel really ridiculous. I really am sorry, Emma. I didn't mean to offend you at all, honest. Can you do me a favor? Just write out your hard limits for me in your next email, and I'll respect them all. Promise. 

I'm sorry. 

Nate. 

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Author's Note

Okay, I don't even know if anyone is reading this book, but if you are, thank you so much for checking out the book. I realise it's not your usual goodnovel..well, novel, so, it really means a lot that you decided to read "From me to you."

If it's not so much to ask of you, comment and leave reviews. And spread the word so your friends can read too. 

The book isnt edited, so please forgive any typographical and grammatical errors present. Proper editing will be done after the book is finished. 

I hope you really like the book though. Any suggestions are welcome. 

Kathy. 

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