Letters to Romeo
I wonder if you have like a bunch of pictures of me on your phone, and you scroll through them and think if me hitting you and weakly pushing you against a wall. Me yelling your name, just going over what i say. I wonder if you have pictures of me and you, and you look at my eyes, and wonder if I'm looking at you with my expression bc it's a funny face, or because I love you. If you are reading this, it's the second one. But your face is funny all the time. (BURN! 🔥) I wonder if you're thinking about me right now on your cruise, just wondering if I'm thinking about you. Being in a happy mood or sad mood, maybe even mad. You're probably doing something with your little brother, jock maybe waking up and getting ready for another fun day. I wonder if you wish I was there with you. Just splashing water on each other and texting me every morning. I like to wonder about you. I like to think you're thinking about me. I like to think these letters to Romeo are read. I wonder if you write to me. This secret won't be kept for long, hopefully. I wonder if you smile every time you hear my
name. Do you, Romeo? Do you get excited whenever you hear we are put together, or near each other? So I can sit with you. So I can talk to you. The fact that you move to sit next to me instead of your guy friends gives me happiness and hope that you write letters to me. It gives me hope that I'm
On your mind at times. Yeah I know we're best friends. But could it hurt to be more than that? If you do write letters to me, if you do think about me, wow. We would be forever. We would be awesome. The most amazing couple since ever. And even if you don't think of me, I won't care. Because our friendship is beautiful and a friendship that will never break. I am your BEST FRIEND. I wouldn't trade you for the world. Our friendship can never break. It's so amazing. Our FaceTime calls, our football games, the band trip, our days at school, our endless conversations, our almost hugs, whenever we look each other in the eyes. That one hug before you left. The last day or school. We thought we would never see each other again. You did have to stay that last day of school. But you did. You don't have to talk to me. But you do. You don't have to mess with me. But you do. You don't have to make me laugh. But you do, and I like it. I like it, I like it, I like it. It's not like everyone else's crush, where you barely talk to them. It's like we are already dating. You push me around, you sit by me, you hit me all the time. You get mad when I talk about other guys, you let me put my head against yours, you tell me adorable stories, you tell me what you love, we share waters all the time, you think it's funny when I'm mad. All I'm waiting on is for you to take out that paper that says, "I like you." Waiting for you to hold me in your arms and say, "She's not the one. You are." Waiting for you to dump her sorry butt and take me instead. I don't like waiting on you, but I think you're worth the wait.
