L’Odio, L’Ossession, L’Amore

Part Three

L’AMORE

“The Love”

Dear Sara,

I should just give up, shouldn’t I? Well, I saw you in maths today. You looked beautiful, but you wouldn’t even spare a glance in my direction. I still don’t understand. I thought we got over the hatred thing during the holidays but apparently not. I don’t hate you, Sara. If anything, what I feel for you is the complete opposite. Why do you seem to hate me?

People have been noticing that I’ve been acting strangely, especially my friends. They don’t realise that I’m just in love with you. For Christ’s sake, Sara, read the letters! I love you. I’d tell you face to face if you didn’t run off in the opposite direction every time we see each other.

Well, hopefully I’ll see you next maths class. It’s the only time I ever get to see you.

Love,

Aaron

Perhaps I’ll start leaving flowers in your locker. Do you like carnations or roses?

Oh, stupid question. You’re not going to reply, are you? You sent the other one back. As usual.

I’m still debating over whether or not I should give you red roses, white roses, or carnations. Maybe the red and white roses together would look nice.

Hey…maybe I’ll leave the letter in your locker. Will you read it then?

Even without the envelope you still managed to get rid of the letter before reading it. Do you hate me? It’s okay if you do. All you’ve got to do is tell me. I just want to know why. Is that really so much to ask?

Well, regardless, I hope you like the white rose.

Love,

Aaron

At least you didn’t throw away the rose. I noticed you kept it with you all day. Do you know it was from me? I hope you do. The last letter was attached but you threw that away…

I’d write poetry for you if I didn’t suck so much at it.

Listen, Dmitriov, just stop writing, all right? You’re driving me bloody well insane! I’ll not be reading any of your letters so you can stop sending them to me. I thought I told you I don’t want to write to you. For God’s sake, we hate each other, remember? We’ve hated each other since you spilled your drink on me in eighth grade and I gave you a black eye. Can’t we go back to that, before the pencil case and homework episode? For that short time we were in contact I really enjoyed it, but we’re back at school now and you can’t keep using me as a help for your girlfriend issues. I don’t want to be used like that. Start writing to Mystery Girl or Hannah. Or are you writing to them as well as me?

Just stop writing. I still hold the threat of permanently damaging your manhood.

S. Lasker

Sara, you didn’t even read any of the letters I sent you. You just keep on being driven to insanity there, it’s the only way I can get your attention. And for God’s sake yourself, but I do not hate you! We can’t go back to the hating, don’t you see? How can I ever go back to hating you now that I’m in love with you? Please, don’t ask me to do that.

Why did you think that I was using you? I would never do that to you. Perhaps if you opened the letters you’d figure out that you’re Mystery Girl. How many times do I have to tell you, Sara? I love you.

I won’t stop writing until you write back, or at least talk to me. The only reason I won’t appear on your doorstep is because I value my ability to procreate.

Aaron

Aaron

I’m going to leave all the letters you sent back to me on your doorstep with a bunch of roses. Will you please read them?

Dear Sara,

Perhaps you still don’t know what I feel for you. Perhaps you never will. Maybe you’ll just throw away or send the letters back to me. Despite that, I’ve attached every single letter you’ve returned to me from the moment you told me to stop writing. If you just read through them you’ll understand why I won’t stop, why I can’t stop.

I hope you like the roses.

Love,

Aaron

Dearest Aaron,

I don’t know if you’ll be able to read the letter through all of the tear-smudged words.

Aaron, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have told you to stop writing – that was horrible of me. The thing is I was scared. Really scared. All I thought about was you. I couldn’t get you out of my mind and I thought I was going insane. Do you know what I did to my diary? I wrote your name all over it without realising it until I actually looked. I was obsessed with you and that made me frightened. I’d never felt that before.

I’m sorry I sent back all of your letters. They’re so beautiful, you know. No words I write can ever truly express how sorry I am.

See…I love you, too.

Gosh, that sounds so sappy, doesn’t it? Well, I do. It just feels so good to actually write it! Love, love, love, love…I’m in love with you!

There, I said it.

I’m in love with you.

Please don’t say it’s too late. I couldn’t bear it.

Deepest love,

Sara

PS: The roses were beautiful. Thank you.

Sara,

I’d be willing to wait until the world ended for you. It’ll never be too late.

Love,

Aaron

PS: I think Sara Dmitriov has a nice ring to it, don’t you…?

LA FINE

Author’s End Notes: And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the sappiest, crappiest story I’ve ever written. And yet, it was so much fun! I hope everyone enjoyed it. Oh, and if you’re curious, both Sara Lasker and Aaron Dmitriov are almost eighteen. If you’re wondering about the two-month holiday…well, let’s just say that I’m living in my own fantasy land. Thanks to all those who took the time to review! It’s greatly appreciated!