#21 January 11, 2016
Dear Platonic Lover,
He's amazing. He's funny, and corny, and romantic, and he seems to care about me. We ate at this cute little diner downtown, which is, like, goals, and then we got ice cream and walked down by the lake. In the middle of January, you ask? The answer is yes. I know he's your best friend and all, but it's not like we dated or anything. Sometimes I feel bad for Ryan because being your best friend would be difficult. The jealousy. The frustration. I bet every girl he has ever liked has liked you more. And that would kill me. He is a beautiful person, and I think he deserves to be worshipped like you are. Good God, if I keep it up like this I might develop a pity crush. Well, a bigger crush than I have right now. I can see myself watching movies with him at all hours of the night and cuddling and talking about life and drinking tea. Drinking tea. My word. This is the kind of relationship I never thought I wanted. I had always thought that I wanted a relationship filled with passion and bad boys and mystery, but maybe not. Maybe loving you has taught me this. I guess there was a purpose, huh? I don't know if there will be many more letters after this one. I think I had run out of words to say. And I think I'm okay with that.
Love,
The Girl with the Little Crush
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