Dear Nick,
We are on our way to our last two competitions of the season. Last night at the football game during third quarter Jupiter told me she asked you if you would date a trans man. You said you would if he was your type. You also fixed my bib strap again. It made me smile. Now bella knows I still like you. She guessed last night and I said yes because I couldn't lie to her. Connor noticed me, he made comments about how I was reacting to things. It was funny. I don't think Bella knows why I like you like I do. You literally give me a reason to live. You make me not want to kill myself. I can't believe it's our last two competitions together. I'm going to try not to cry my eyes out. I almost died last night... I woke up at 3am and I wasn't breathing, I also had a terrifying nightmare. I thought about texting you, but decided against it. I need to figure out how to become your type. I don't want to sound obsessive, I know I'm not obsessed. Trust me. I'm obsessed with One Direction. I love you.
-Sam
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Dear Nick
Teen FictionA teenager's letters to a boy who made all the pain disappear. If triggered easily, do not read.
