Dear Rowan,
I’ve liked you for so long.
You’re always so smiley.
You seem so carefree.
I don’t know you very well
but I really like what I see.
I like your ginger hair, your freckles.
You’re cool but kind of goofy.
You’re so confident in drama.
I wish we had more classes together.
Maybe we would know each other better.
In drama we’re always pretending
to be someone else.
Maybe that’s school in general?
I don’t want to pretend with you.
I like you.
Although I don’t really know you,
I’d like to.
So please write back
or tell me when you see me,
will you go out with me?
Michael
With letter in hand,
I look for Rowan.
He’s easy to find.
The only ginger boy
in the whole school.
He’s a constant flame.
A candle always lit.
I call out his name.
