Write One Leaf About Chemistry

Just going to post my collection of "leaves" from the last couple of months. Most of were without planning and completely unedited. They were just a bit of fun.

Finally we’re on holidays, but there is still chemistry to deal with (if you know what I mean). Well, at least he thinks so. I’m not so sure.

He wrote me a letter. He left it in my letter box, anonymously. He mispelt my name again. He thought I wouldn’t recognise his messy handwriting and his taste in chocolates. Oh yes, there were chocolates
in the envelope too. The nutty kind that I don’t particularly like.
Just goes to show how little he knows about me. But apparently there’s
‘chemistry.’

He said in his sloppy poetry that he thinks we’d be perfect together. Since he hasn’t noticed how little I think of him, he mustn’t know me very well at all. How can he just make a statement like that,
without knowing the first thing about me?

I sent him a reply in the mail today. I moved away two months ago. I don’t think he noticed. How he considers that ‘chemistry,’ I’ll never know.