Looking back at this event is so freaking embarrasing haha. When I was 12, I really liked one guy. Then my class had a road trip to camping site with activities etc. And me – the mastermind I am, thought that this was good opportunity to confess my feelings. In a letter. So I, with my best friend, wrote him a love-confessing-letter. I even went to library to print out that letter, because I didn`t want him to recognize my hand-writing. My plan was to leave the letter by his backpack anonymously: i wanted to see if he could understand that i was the one who wrote the letter.
So basically, i prepared for that day for like, idk like 3-4 WEEKS. Guess what?
I didn`t put the letter. I never confessed to him. 😀
