Dear Hamilton Henneberg,
I never really believed in love at first sight. But when I first saw you, my heart actually skipped a few beats. When I first heard your husky voice, I knew we would become great friends. When I first heard your laugh, I knew I wanted to hear it again. When I first saw you smile, I knew I wanted to see it again.
When I saw that you were the girls soccer manager, I felt my stomach do a flip and my hole body felt as if it was on fire. I couldn't believe that I would see you almost everyday. So that's why I always acted the way I did. Shy, always turning red when you came around, tried to crack a joke to hear your laugh and see that famous smile that seemed to creep it's way into my heart and make me happy.
When I told some of my most trusted friends about liking you, they went crazy. Everyday at soccer practice when I wasn't paying attention, they would yell your name and we would both turn to each other because you thought I called you while I was trying to figure out who called you. Anytime they had a ball they would kick it at you and scream "Oh Kassidy stop hitting on Hamilton!" I would turn beat red while you just laughed it off. And any time I walk with them around school and see you, they always wave at you and you wave back.
At one of the last soccer championship games, your mom bought flowers for everyone. Then at the end of the game you passed them around to everyone. And when you handed mine to me, I felt like the best girl in the world. To anyone else it was just an ordinary flower but to me, it was the prettiest in the world. I took care of that flower and it lasted a good week and a half. After that, anytime my dad would go to the store, I asked him to get me a flower. Because they reminded me of you.
A month past by and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I told one of my most trusted friends, (which is my best friends brother but we aren't going to like ever go out, we are best friends too) and he said that I shouldn't have those feelings towards you. I asked him why and he told me that someone had already confessed to having feelings towards you. I was taken back by surprise, with a mixture of jealousy towards her. She was so pretty, tall and so good at soccer. While I was kind of tall, chubby and only good at softball. Then reality set in. Of course, one day, you would forget about me, even my name, and fall in love with her. She was in the same grade as you. You guys are best friends. Y'all tell each other everything. And I would be forgotten about, just like every girl that I make fun of because they fall head over heals for a guy. I turned into one of those girls, and I felt the pain.
My heart was mentally and physically hurting. I felt like crying, but it never came out. It still hasn't. Anytime I talk to my friend about you, he tries to cheer me up but it rarely works. Anytime I walk past you, and you try to talk to me, I look straight at the ground, not being able to look you in the eyes anymore. Trying to avoid you're beautifully brown chocolatey eyes. I try to forget about you and how much you've affected my life, but it won't leave my mind alone.
And when I found out we both made the track team, I was happy but sad at the same time. I was happy that I could see you but sad that I knew I would never be even close to becoming your girlfriend. And you know? Sometimes, I wish you would realize that I'm the one, not anyone else, me. But then I realize, that she deserves you, not me. She is probably one of the most amazing people I have meet and I couldn't see her with a broken heart.
So if you're reading this, I hope you've gathered that I like you. By now, you probably think I'm a creep. But that's ok because I'm glad I got that off of my chest.
Love, the girl that
has fallen hopelessly,
Kassidy Hutchins💕
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Hope y'all liked it so far. Trying to just get everything off my chest☺️
Trying to update on my other books😅
The picture is of him. My 6th grade soccer friend and him stole my phone and took pictures of each other while I went to the bathroom😂
Love, Kassidy🐶
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Love Letters: 7th through 9th Grade
ChickLitSo me and one of my best friends, who is also a writer, have decided that we both are going to write letters about our crushes and tell how they have affected us and our lives. This is probably going to be deep in feelings so yea...
