Dear Jackson:
All these years, I've been sharing classes with you. I would like you to at least talk to me or look at me.
You never do.
Maybe I make the mistake of never talking to you or anything like that. But do you know how much nerves I have just looking at you?
I think that if electricity depended on my nervousness as I approached to live ... it could last for a month.
I've been looking at you (looks stalker, but it's not) in class. And when you turn, I become distracted and I turn quickly ..
You once tried to talk to me, but I ran out of there. You looked at me with "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I made the biggest mistake of not wanting to talk to you.
I wish that would happen again ... but I know it will not happen.
Your smile ... I love your smile!
It is so perfect, I would like to have that smile next to me or, at least, addressed to me.
Well, I hope someday we can talk. And this time do not run from there.
Atte: Estrella
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N/A: Hey! As the above sentence is in Spanish, translate it ... says, ajam ... "You will always be my desire on a shooting star"
Do you know what phrase it is?
Well ... I'll tell you later xdxdxd
¡Mierda! ¡No debo escribir frases en español!
¡Mierda!
Mierda = Shit ;)
