[ WP ] Write the letter that you always wanted to , but never did .

Dear Brianna, 
 
 Kaden and a handful of my other friends often poke fun at me for even falling in love with you in the first place; `` It's just summer camp love, move on.'' `` Maybe if you gave her a call... oh wait! She's deaf!'' 
 
 When we met that weekend in a grassy field I ca n't remember because all I cared about was you, we were lined up for breakfast, and I verbally asked your name. As though from many past experiences with hearing people like me, you turned to Natalie and asked her to tell me that you were Deaf. 
 
 I had been taking ASL for two years at that point, and I excitedly waved my hand to get your attention, and introduced myself in your language. The look in your eyes, I ca n't even describe. There was a spark, a look of sheer joy that there was someone else you could talk too! 
 
 From that minute, I knew I loved you. 
 
 The rest of that weekend, we talked about ourselves. Where we came from. I lived in Portland, and you lived in San Francisco. A tiny voice told me to leave you to stop me from hurting later on, just like it always told me whenever my heart ached for a girl. But you were different. You were adorable, funny, able to hold a conversation, willing to teach me more, allowing me to teach you, we swapped books and life stories. 
 
 We fit perfectly together. 
 
 Over the following four weeks, our time together was short; we only saw each other from Friday evenings to Sunday mornings, and even then only for a few hours at a time. But we made the most of it. 
 
 During weekend 4, I was dared by a few friends to kiss you. Outwardly, I objected the thought, saying you were `` nothing more than a fling''. But on the inside, I had been considering that myself for quite a while. That Sunday, as were parting ways, I told you what they had dared me to do. You laughed your adorable laugh, and told me to wait just one more week. 
 
 The next weekend is the one I hope you never forget. We were going to go on a rec trip to Crater Lake, but I was pulled out of the group to go to the top of a nearby motorbike trail instead. And you left your sister and Shawntee, the only other Deaf people at our camp, to be with me. 
 
 I loved you 
 
 We hiked for half an hour, reaching the top a mountain covered in golden grass, beneath a cloud-dotted sky as blue as your eyes. You read a book in the shade of the sole tree in our area, and I sat next to you, enjoying the peace. I reached for your hand, you accepted. I moved my head to go for a kiss, you moved yours and met me halfway. It was both our first kiss. We locked eyes and kissed again, longer, more intimate this time. We moved our bodies closer together, laying together under that tree. 
 
 That was the last time we touched. The next weekend, we had everything packed and you flew south to your home. We texted on and off for the next few weeks, but we have n't seen each other since. 
 
 Brianna, I'm sorry I never text you. I'm sorry I've never had you use the Skype account I made you create. I ca n't believe I have n't been able to overcome my anxiety for the one girl that loved me. 
 
 I write so many messages that never get sent. 
 
 Maybe I'll send this one someday. 
 
 Yours truly, 
 
 Justin
