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Prologue
Brian:
I don't know what I'm expecting in writing this. I know I doubt you'll
ever read it. I doubt a lot of things. I don't think you'll read into this
the way I would hope you would, if you even get it. I doubt this is even
the right address!
But anyway, you are someone special, Brian. No matter how many girls love
you because you are so cute, hot, sexy, adorable…you get the idea. No
matter how many of them, I know that you are different. God created you with
an idea in mind, a plan for you, and being a Backstreet Boy may be it, but
we all know that you won't be a BSB forever. You were surely blessed with
your voice. Now I'm not saying I don't think you're good-looking, because
that was all I had to act on to get to know you better. Now that I do, I
like you a lot.
Did you know that we are the exact same age? I was born on February 20,
1975, only around 2:00 exactly, instead of 1:57. (I know, I know, I'm obsessed)
You're three minutes older than me. I find that amusing-don't ask me why,
I have a strange sense of humor.
I heard about the engagement-I wish you and Leighanne the best of luck.
I refuse to be like the younger girls I hear about: "Brian's mine, he's marrying
me," and "What a piece of trash!" If you hadn't heard anything like this,
I'm sorry. It makes me so mad to know that girls think you will just want
to hear everything they say, after they blurt out that they think the woman
you love is a whore. Those girls know full well that you are not theirs,
and that's not really fair to you. There has to be something between you
two, I keep telling myself, or else you wouldn't be planning to spend the
rest of your life at her side. Like I said, I hope you have the best of all
weddings, and an enjoyable thereafter.
Since I'm pretty sure that you aren't reading this, I can basically tell
you anything I want. I have an original group of friends: Grace (my twin),
Destiny, my best friend, Promise, and Hope, my cousin. I don't know how we
found Des and Prom, we just kind of hooked up. They're the only people who
can put up with me. What I mean is, (how do I say this?) I've never met anyone
in my life that doesn't piss me off one way or another, not even Grace and
Destiny. They don't make me that mad, but once in a while I feel like they're
ganging up on me, when of course they're not. When I get mad, I get testy,
and don't talk that much, and they know immediately. Once they tried not
talking at all, afraid that they would make me madder, and that made it worse.
So they take different approaches now, they either leave to let me cool down
or they make me feel back for being in a crappy mood. And trust me, I do
feel bad. I must sound like a bitch to you, but I'm really not. Grace said
once, "You're blue, but you're orange too." She went on to explain that blue
people are sensitive souls and love to help other people with their problems
when they need it. She said that they have a really kind aura to them. It
flattered me, and then she went on. Orange people are spontaneous, and sometimes
get a little wild. She told me that they have a lot of bad days, yet not
a bad life. I love Grace, she's never afraid to tell me anything.
Destiny completes me. She's my kindred spirit, in the words of Anne of
Green Gables. She knows everything there is to know about me, and she wonders
why I'm not that broken up about your engagement. I am, because, even though
I've never said one word to you, I feel as if I love you. That's silly though.
Plus, you know, I could have made it possible to meet you. And I never tried.
I'm not a 15 year old who needs Mommy's permission and Daddy's credit card
to book a flight to Orlando. I'm a grown woman, and it's my own fault that
I never met you. My uncle, who owns a chain of condos on an island, always
tells me that to meet you, I have to set a goal and work at it. That goal
could become an achievement. It's more like a dream to me, though.
This summer the girls and I are totally ditching everything and packing
up to go to my uncle's condos. We'll have a blast in the ocean, playing beach
volleyball, and maybe sparking some romance. Who knows? Maybe I'll meet my
soul mate, since you've already found yours. Whatever happens, I'll have
fun with my uncle and my best friends.
Hey, take care of Leighanne and never forget about the promise you made
when you slid that ring on her finger. If you really meant it, I know you
won't forget. And if I know you, I know you meant it.
Also here's a tip: my friends always tell me to live up to my name, and
have a little faith. So, Brian, I tell you this: be faithful. J
*Faith*
Brian looked up. Suddenly, his engagement to Leighanne
seemed dreadful.
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