Dear Sam,
I'm sure you have no idea who I am. I'm sure you don't even know how I really look like. But I assure you that I'm not a stalker or anything. I'm just a guy who has fallen hair over sneakers for you.
It's strange, actually. I never spoke to you. And I bet you don't even see me. But I see you. Everyday. Every after the bell rings. Behind the shelves, or on the floors of the library.
Again, I'm not a stalker or a creep. Heck, I honestly don't follow you, like, everywhere. True, I see you sometimes around the halls. But I usually see you here, in the library. This place must be a haven for you, right?
All I want to do is to talk to you. About books, about the weather, about you. Even just a simple "hi" replied by a small "hello" is enough for me. But I'm just a little bit too shy. I can't even get in your five meter radius. Or ten, perhaps.
Through this silly letter, I just want to tell you you're pretty. I love your red hair. Kinda curly, long and bright. Also, I really love your eyes. But I can't look straight at them. I'm afraid I might get lost in it once I do.
Your hair is pretty. You eyes are wonderful. And you're gorgeous.
You're beautiful. Never forget that.
I'll write again. So for now, this is the end.
-Anon
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Letters for Sam
Short StoryIf you were to go in the library of Alistair High, you'll see this ginger girl in a corner. Her name is Sam. You'll see her scanning books behind a shelf. Or in the deepest parts of the library, sitting down the floor whilst reading. But before you...
