Simplicity.

So here’s my little snip-it with Nicholas Sparks “flavor.” It’s not something that I’m going to continue working on, just something that I randomly felt like writing.

Dear Emily

Damon placed his pen back down on his dimly lit desk and crumbled the piece of paper in front of him into a ball. He then turned toward his trashcan and tossed the paper ball its way.

He missed.

Damon sighed and left the paper ball where it was. There were two others already near it to keep it company. Damon turned back to the new, clean sheet of paper that sat in front of him. Everything that he wanted to write was jumbled together in his mind. His thoughts were like a massive puzzle that he didn’t know how to put together.

Damon reached his hand up and ran his fingers through his brown hair. He exhaled slowly and grabbed the pen once again. He fiddled with it for a minute, tapping a beat on the side of his desk. Damon then shook his head, trying to stack up his thoughts into an organized tower.

It didn’t work, and he sighed in frustration. He knew there was so much to write, but he wanted to write everything in the correct order. He was a perfectionist.

Damon leaned over his desk and prepared to let his thoughts leak out.

He scribbled “Dear Emily” at the top of the paper. It was quick and painless. He got through that part without any torture.

But his hands began to feel clammy and his heart started to pound as he wrote the next line:

I’m still in love with you.