dear hank,
thank you for always being there for me; for always making me laugh; for tolerating me and my s***. i’m not sure if you feel it too? but i feel that we could be more than friends. i see it in the way you smile at me and judge my reactions; the way you engage me by talking about the stuff you know i love; the way you stare at me across the classroom, then glance away when my eyes meet yours. but maybe this is just a distant fantasy, something i’m making up in my head, projecting my dreams onto you. if that’s the case, i’m sorry.
but, you know…if i’m right about us, feel free.
– your girl (though you don’t know it//do you even want it?)
