Dear Boy Who Apparently Sits Next To Me In English,
Do you ever notice how, when you learn a new word, you start hearing it everywhere? Like all of a sudden, your brain is hyper aware of where and when that word is being used?
Well, I think it's kind of like that when you meet new people too. See, for the past month and a half, I have sat next to you in my English class. Maybe you noticed me. After all you did say my hair was very vibrant, and vibrant things are hard to miss, kind of like your underwear. But, forgive me, I never noticed you.
In my opinion, you don't stand out much. You're a boy with brown hair and hazel eyes who is taller than average but not tall enough to attract attention. You wear jeans everyday and you like to wear a beat up, brown leather jacket overtop of various graphic t-shirts. You wear Doc Martens and carry around an old and tattered messenger bag which I believe to have seen an old cassette player come out of every so often. Everything about you just blends in. So please accept my sincerest apologies when I say I didn't notice you.
But now that I have, I want to know more about you. Why do you have a cassette player when you have a well functioning iPhone in your back pocket? Why are you so quiet all the time? Why do you raise your hand only when it seems that no one else knows the answer? Why do you leave at lunch specifically on Thursdays? What do you do on Thursdays at lunch that always make you late to English, but the teacher just smiles sadly at you?
You intrigue me. You're my new word.
From,
The Person Who Is Starting To Notice You
P.S. I admire your cassette player.
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