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"Dear,

You will most likely never see this unless for some strange reason I decide to show you, but for my own sake I have decided to write you this letter that shows how I feel about since I'm not very good at words. I like you. The only problem Is I get butterflies in my stomach and hurricanes in my mind when ever I even think to tell you. I always feel like you don't like me but, I think that I just don't like me. I never feel comfortable in my own skin and when Im with you I forget about my frizzy, short hair and the fat on my body and my habit of laughing to much because you make me feel like every part of me is special. I like that part best about you. I know that you made me feel terrible before and I know that I'm not supposed to like you but I still do. I don't think that I stopped, I just learned to live with out you. Its an addiction. For example, a man can be clean of smoking for years and then spend 15 seconds around someone smoking and start up again. What I'm saying is I think you're my addiction. You kissed me 5 hours ago and I was so giddy walking home. I wanted to feel your lips for so long and taste your words and now that I have, I crave it.

I'm sorry that this was so cheesy and I'm sorry that I'm so obsessed with the way you smile and I'm sorry for being so hard to handle but I hope one day you feel the same way about me.

Sincerely,

J. Xoxo"

Signed January 30th, we have both find new people. You were obviously much faster at moving on then I was but I'm glad that you are happy now. I made a mistake going for you but I don't regret it. You would hate the guy I'm going for, you always told me you hated guys who were overly sexual. That's alright because I already hate the girl you're chasing after.

You're eyes are so dull now, I don't know how I ever saw them shine.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 05, 2015 ⏰

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