Dear you,
Hey. You know who you are when you are reading this. We met at our friend's party. On Saturday. We went bowling and played lazer tag. I couldn't shoot you tho, cuz you were so good:)
You gave me your number and my friend called dibs. I shrugged it off and stared into your eyes. You told me that you liked theatre and loved a lot of bands. I wish you would know how I felt. But on Monday you're going to ask someone out. I told you that you would be fine and that she would be lucky to go out with you. I know you must like her a lot, but I want you to know that I like you too.
But now it's too late. My friend will kill me for writing this and ignore me for the rest of my life, but I don't really care. I just want you. And that seems to be the only thing I can't have.
So goodbye for now. I'll probably text you and act like everything is fine. I will ask how it went. You will probably be happy because she said yes. And then I will be happy for you. If she says no then I don't know what's wrong with her. I will act like a good friend. A good silent friend. It's not like I will be silent because I don't say anything, I will be quiet because I won't show my inner feelings. I'll just keep to myself. Like I always seem to do. Even though you are the only person that has gotten closest to finding my real self, except for friend-who-doesn't-read. She met me before people caused me to put up my shell. But you met me way after. When people believed my shell and started to call me girl-death. I don' t like death. I don't like sadness, but it's the first thing I could find. I just mimicked others. Never showing the real me. Until I met you.
Love,
Alix
Ha ha...yeah...I'm over it now so...nope...don't like you...we can be friends:P I'm totally fine with friends...
