Dearest Abigail.
I wish I could say how much I love you without joking about it, because it never heels right to say I love you. Or is it too soon? I don't know if im supposed to say I love you yet. I don't think I ever stopped loving you and you know that. Or at least i think. I think you know almost everything and I know nothing so it's kind of unfair really. Sorry, I'm trying to be less self deprecating because it seems to bother you. What I'm trying to say is it doesn't feel new. I know your favorite color and the type of music you like. Maybe i found something you don't know, my favorite color and the music I like. Or maybe you do. I don't want this to turn into a sad letter because then i can't give it to you. I really want you to read this one, I really want you to read it because it's about how much I love you. The ceiling and the moon know about my love for you but I don't think you know. I don't think you know it enough. I wanna tell you everyday, like "good morning, I love you". But that's stupid and I don't wan't you to think I'm stupid. So letter it is.
YOU ARE READING
Letters unsent
ŞiirAnonymous letters written to those who have broken the heart of a 14 year old boy. Letters who have never been delivered. Letter boy secretly wrote letters to people ad never gave them out. Short letters. New publisher (looking for feedback)
