Dear H,
You've got a lovely pair of eyes.
I know, I know. You don't know me that well, and I don't have that much info about you. But you get the picture, right? I admire you. I like you, even.
I admit, this letter is too fast-paced. But it speaks the truth. The truth that I have liked you for a while now. Yeah, it's pretty hard to look up to someone without knowing a lot about them ... but I managed. After all, you're worth it.
Ah, the memories. I've only known you since the start of the school year, but I like you lots already.
The first time I actually took notice of you, was when I looked at the group of fourth year boys huddled at the back while the choir secretary recorded attendance. You were about three feet away from me, yet I felt something.
I didn't, and still don't, know what. But there's something that fastened my gaze on you. Maybe it's your eyes. Or your sweet smile. I really have no idea up to now.
The only thing I'm sure of, is that I really like you.
WIth love,
A.
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Letters to Him (Who Doesn't Suspect A Thing)
Non-FictionI can't say you know who you are, 'cause you don't. Oh well, that's just how life goes. Maybe you'll read this, maybe you won't. But either way, I want you to know I like you, H.
