The Lover

by Lingling Bao-Smith aged 13

He sits in his room contemplating what he should write.

Pen on paper, he starts to write a loving message. He looks at it for a while.

He shakes his head and screws it up. Then he starts again.

This time he writes every emotion he thinks of about his lover.

He picks up his paper, pen still poised in his hand. He starts to smile.

The next day he secretly delivers the letter, hoping that his lover will read it soon.

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