Letters to Those Boys

If someone asked me to describe you

I'd say you're that "shy ginger

who's a total beast on skates."

It's a compliment, really.

Though you were so rude

that one night, and I wanted to cuss you out.

You had no reason to be; I suppose

preadolescent boys

don't know how to treat girls right.

Whatever, you've matured(ish)

You'll learn. From now on

I'm sorry I'm your bad luck charm.

You want me to tell you what they say about you?

"he's a total introvert,

but on those skates, he's as

confident as Shaun White on a halfpipe."

My words to you?

Don't be afraid of yourself.

Sometimes I wish you'd come out of

your shell long enough to see

who I really am.

I forgave you years ago.

So embrace your cute awkwardness.

It'll disappear over time. Meanwhile---

keep rockin those skates.