Friday is the best day for love-letters.
Handwritten notes, folded into tiny fat squares and left in secret places. The best kind of surprise.
I wanted to organise a Secret Cupid letterbox for Valentine's Day. I would have sent everyone a card, and signed a stranger's name to each one. Sometimes mischief has its rewards. Sometimes I just want to tell people that they are fascinating. It didn't have to be about love. I just wanted something shared.
I didn't do it, though. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. But when I am in the office, late at night and on my own, I walk around. I don't touch anything. But I need to know how people live their lives. Maybe it's creepy. I just want to leave notes on people's desks. You have beautiful handwriting. I borrowed a teabag. Where did you get that scarf.
Tonight I wanted to leave love letters. Dear boy-who-wears-a-tie, I think you are beautiful. You smile so easily.
But I didn't.
I wanted to organise a Secret Cupid letterbox for Valentine's Day. I would have sent everyone a card, and signed a stranger's name to each one. Sometimes mischief has its rewards. Sometimes I just want to tell people that they are fascinating. It didn't have to be about love. I just wanted something shared.
I didn't do it, though. I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. But when I am in the office, late at night and on my own, I walk around. I don't touch anything. But I need to know how people live their lives. Maybe it's creepy. I just want to leave notes on people's desks. You have beautiful handwriting. I borrowed a teabag. Where did you get that scarf.
Tonight I wanted to leave love letters. Dear boy-who-wears-a-tie, I think you are beautiful. You smile so easily.
But I didn't.
posted by Lucy at 5:12 pm
5 Comments:
You should do it. I got several mysterious notes on my desk with little hearts on. I now know where they came from. She doesn't want me to be her valentine, but I'm not heart broken. Those little pieces of paper with hearts on made my little day! I've kept one to brighten up my desk!
Dear sis
You might want to stop the stalking:
Protection From Harassment Act 1997
Ever yours
Tom
Who has a new phone. I think it's the same one as yours. It s very pretty and plays music to me.
Two opposing pieces of advice, from two equally untrustworthy sources! How am I supposed to make decisions now?!
it's on the Statute books. Will defend. For a price.
Tom
Don't imagine I'll be any good, you may have to distract the court by singing and/or dancing
See, now I am tempted to do it in order to get my all-singing, all-dancing moment in court.
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