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A Letter To #####

You're odd, aren't you?

I don't mean it in a mean way, oh no. What I mean is...is that I just simply can't figure you out, no matter how hard I try.

And I'm having even more trouble figuring out why you of all people plague my thoughts in the most random of times.

No matter what song I listen to.

No matter what book I read.

No matter what I write.

No matter what video I watch.

They all somehow lead back to you.

I've tried everything to escape you. To free you from my thoughts. To free myself from you.

But nothings worked.

I hear your voice every time I think.

As annoying as it is, somehow you get used to it after a while. Like putting your hand in cold water. At first you want to pull away, but the longer you stay the more you get used to it.

That being said, however, what you say is not the most desirable. For some, at least.

I don't think you realize it though. That every little word has to be thought out, to avoid getting in trouble. You just say what's on your mind without a care in the world, and when someone tells you off about it, you keep it in mind and think about your words then.

It's admirable, even I have to admit that.

You put on a facade for the camera, that very few can see through, but only when you let your guard down.

Maybe you should let your guard down more often.

The strangest thing happened last night.

My cousin and I were talking while I was making dinner, and somehow the topic got to mcyt that we find attractive. That doesn't necessarily mean that we have a crush on them, however.

And your name popped up in my head.

Out of everyone, especially the ones I genuinely find attractive like Wilbur or Eret, your name was the one to pop in my head first.

Why?

What have you done to me?

You are such an enigma that part of me wants to know you more.

And part of me wishes that I didn't even know your name.

Do you know what's funny? I knew who you were before I even knew your name.

I guess you could thank Skeppy for that.

Even then, I found you annoying. Your voice like nails on a chalkboard. Just by those five minutes, I could tell so much, just by your voice and how you differed so much compared to your friend.