It was beginning to get well into the evening, and Alex had yet to return from his outgoing with Eliza. You had decided to try to keep yourself busy for the last few hours by cleaning, reading, and honestly anything you could think of. But you still couldn't stop thinking about your amazing day with Alex and how he was now with that Eliza woman.

You realized with some time to think that you didn't dislike her. She seemed very sweet and honorable. But every time she had that-that attitude with Alex you seemed to light up with anger. 'Which is irrational' you thought. You hated that you felt this way. After wiping his counter for the 5th time you decided it was enough. "God I can't stay here all day and night waiting here alone. Besides I'm a grown man I can go whenever I please."

You were about to leave when you paused. You worried your lip a little then decided. "Well, perhaps I should leave him a letter explaining why I left." You quickly grabbed a quill, ink, paper, and began to write;

You left the letter resting on his writing desk and stood to leave.

You walked down the cold night street quickly, wanting to get to your warm bed as fast as you could. After a few more minutes you finally reached home. You smiled happily to yourself as you stepped foot inside. "Hello. Its been a bit since I've been home." You chuckled and removed your shoes.

You jumped into bed and sighed deeply. You thought sleep would come easily to you. But it just wouldn't. You tossed and turned but Alex and Eliza seemed to haunt your thoughts. "Oh dear God..." you groaned aloud. "This just won't end..." you sighed and sat up. 'I should get this out.' You lit a candle and took a seat at your desk. A lot of emotions had been bubbling up inside ever since the first night you met Alex, the ball, etc. You needed to express this somehow. So you grasped the quill and began to write;

Who would this letter be to? Is this a letter? Yes, yes it was. And you knew exactly who it was to.

Now, what to write? You thought about Eliza, about Alex, about how you were and have been feeling and your heart seemed to want to explode all over the place.

You hadn't realized that you had been physically panting while writing. Your heart had begun to do summersaults within your chest. What else could you write? You adjusted your quill and began again;

You paused and leaned back again. "God I sound crazy." Your voice was shaky, but you laughed anyways. You felt weight being lifted from your shoulders. You started to finish off the letter;

Shakily you folded up the letter and put it in your desk drawer. You sighed deeply and leaned back in your chair. "No one can ever see that..." you ran your hands through your hair. With your emotions now expressed you felt a little lighter. You stood and stretched, grabbing your candle and blowing it out.

You crawled back into your bed and settled down. Sleep did come easily to you this time...