Dear Him,
You've got a cute smile, and it makes me blush. When you stare at me, my heart speeds up faster. I love looking at you. I want to be with you, I want to tell you I love you. I want to tell you I can't live without you. I want to tell you that you're my first love and I want you to be my last. But I know that it's not true. It's true, you are my first love, but you are definitely not my last. I know this love will never last. I want it to, though, but that will only be if you love me back. I'm scared to ask you if you love me like I love you. I want to ask you, but I''m afraid of what you're response will be. I'm afraid you're going to sigh and tell me we're only friends and that you're sorry. I'm afraid to get rejected. Sometimes, when I can't take it, I convince myself, or try to convince myself it's not worth it, you're not worth it. I remind myself how you treat me, how you walk pass me not even noticing me. But I know how I feel about you. Yes, I do want to be with you. But it will never happen, and I understand. It happens. Having your heart broken is part of life. Just as growing up is. We'll both grow up and be different people and I won't know you like I do now. People change. I have too.
Love,
Her
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Dear Him
RomanceThese are the things I will never tell the boy I love. Some things are better left unspoken. Maybe, one day I'll tell him everything I've wanted to... but not yet.
