to s:
i really like you. i really really do. they weren’t lying, i was. but you could never find out. you think im weird, and you’re probably into guys, but i like everything about you. that letter i sent before? half of it was true. i did want to get over you. i’m not supposed to like you. yet the universe keeps trying to say something. i can’t do this anymore, that’s why i’m writing this letter. a letter you won’t see, a letter no one apart from me will see. some say confessing is the best way to move on. confess, get rejected, and move on. however, i certainly can’t do that. so this is the next best thing. idk what i like about you. maybe it’s your smile. or the way you laugh. or your personality. or just you in general. i can’t help but smile whenever i hear your name, and whenever i see you. i look at you whenever i can and even unconsciously look at you. i even dream about you. but of course, you don’t know that. you’re the sweetest and nicest person i’ve ever met. you make me want to become a better person. is this what love feels like? who knows? i’ve never experienced love before. this is unrequited love. love that is not openly reciprocated or understood. even if you knew about this, you’d still reject me. even if you were into girls. i think you hate me. that’s okay. i would say i hope we become friends, but that’s out of the question here. i’ll always be here.