Dear crush,
I don't really know if you like me. We only spent a weekend with each other. P,us, you live in France, and your English isn't the best. anyway, when I first met you I was so excited. I've been writing to you since I was 6, but we lost connection for a while. I was pretty sure we just forgot about each other. My mom showed me a picture of you when you were younger, and you were even cute then. Suddenly, I heard we were going to France and I was finally going to get to meet you. I was bubbling over with joy! When you got out of the car, you made my jaw drop. Like seriously, you got some fine stuff going on. For one, your smile is beautiful, your hair was in a perfect quiff, you were tanned, and your eyes are beautiful. Nice sense of style too. I got to sit beside you in the car on the way to the house, and we discussed music. You agreed with basically everything except for One Direction, which I could accept. I sort of saw that coming. You were super nice to me, and it helped that the french beez. (in case you guys don't know it's basically where your cheeks connect and you kiss into the air as you connect cheeks, you do it on both sides of their face.) You had braces which made me happy, because the looked really cute on you. The second day I was there just me and you took a train to Nancy, to go to your school. We walked for hours just talking. We got fancy french McDonald's too! haha. On the train ride back you let me wear your Beats and the whole walk back. You even taught me how to use them, and had to switch them around on my head because I was wearing them backwards, which by the way was embarrassing. We went swimming and bike riding and even to a bee farm. That weekend was pretty flipping great. I had so much fun, and I was happy I got to know you. I know it'll probably never happen, but oh well. I can always dream.
Love,
Anne-Marie Miller
