When you were not here

From Anthony to Francy, with the hope that she never finds out the existence of this letter and if she does, Anthony doesn't.

"You may never read this. I hope so. I'd like to write about the time we met. It's pretty difficult 'cause I can't exactly remember the time we met. Weird. I just remember I used to see you... but just like every girl with glasses I had seen before. Nothing out of normal.

My first impression: I noticed you were a responsible girl. I liked that. It can be strange... Nowadays guys just look for plastic girls. I have to admit that I used to do it too, but the deal is that when you grow up something inside you changes. You prefer to have a nice talk for hours with someone rather than go to parties or drink. Maybe that was the reason I got on best with you.

I had talked to you before we became friends, just silly conversations about the weather or musicians we listened to. Never noticed - and I'd probably won't - who you really were.

Fortunately, we could do some homework together- and with other friends too. Thanks to that I was able to get closer to you. I wonder now if you ever noticed that...if you ever realised that there was someone who wanted to mean something for you.

Also, I remember the first time we talked until 4 am. It was hilarious. I really enjoyed it even though we wrote the first thing that came to our mind. It was our night. I’ve tried to imagine how you smiled (if you did it) when you read the stupid things I only write when my heart pretends to be my brain.

Little by little that feeling of anxiety for wanting to talk with you was always in my mind, but as we know, it'd have been "out of line". I don’t regret doing what I did. You showed me something I had forgotten years ago, Francy... something I can't just forget with your silence."