Dear Max,
Shit, I think I'm in love with Rachel.
She last minute decided to spend the night last night, so she had to borrow some of my clothes. She slept in my bed with me and before we drifted off to sleep, there was a moment when my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw her gazing at me. She had her hair pulled back in a messy bun and she didn't have any makeup on, but she was still just as beautiful as she always was, to me at least. Then she smiled and I felt my heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to come right out of my chest. I smiled back and she quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep. She looked so angelic while she slept, which is ironic, since she's my angel.
Before she left this afternoon, I quickly decided to dye my entire head blue. Rachel and I quickly got all the supplies to and she dyed it for me. I probably sound crazy, but there's something really intimate about letting someone else dye your hair. Letting someone touch your scalp is surprisingly intense, like I said: crazy.
I can't look at her anymore without my stomach filling with butterflies and my heart pounding a million times per second. She's so sophisticated and smart and I'm absolutely 100% without a doubt head over heels in love with her, Max. I want to tell her so badly, but I'm scared of what she'll say. Maybe I'll tell her on our way to Los Angeles.
Chloe
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FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
