Dear...

Dear Two Left Feet,

I'd just like to say that you are not in trouble. You my friend are one of the few who is not getting an angry letter but something else.

I have "deeply liked" you for a year or two now. This is not that big of a deal. I like alot of people. Don't get big headed. Anyways I call you two left feet because well when we danced together you were kinda terrible.
Nonetheless for a good four months of practice you were my best friend. This is slightly an exageration. After we danced together and I discovered you had feelings for me too I was on cloud 9.
What could be better than the boy you like liking you back?
I don't know the answer to this because I never got to truly bask in this idea. This was around the same time I got told that I wasn't the type of girl someone would date.
I would like to say that this had no effect once so ever on my self esteem but, that what be a complete and utter lie.
I wanted to nothing more than cry in my room and wallow in self pity. I could've stayed like this until forever.
Feeling unpretty is not the worst feeling, feeling like people only want you to use you is the worst. The guy that broke my heart only wanted me for my intelligence, he wanted help on homework and tests rather than friendship and it sucked.

Anyways, on the day after my heart was shredded. I felt worse than I had in my entire life about myself. Then I got a message. "Hi, how was your day."
I know what you're thinking I'm getting a letter for a hi, are you kidding. I am not. In that moment I remembered that we shared no classes or anything of that nature. This meant you didn't want to use me. You honestly just wanted to talk to me.
I don't think I can thank you enough for what you did. For allowing me to esape the black hole of self pity and eternal sorrow.
You saved me from myself and I am grateful.
Sincerely,
Hey, how was your day.