Dear Belle,
I don't really know you, but I think you are cute. Hell, we don't know one bit about eachother, but I think you are gorgeous.
I know I don't have the best handwriting or grammar,
but I just wanted to tell you that whenever I see you walking into class, quietly walking to the chair in the front of the room, delicately setting your bookbag down, taking out your perfectly straight notes and shuffling them into place on your desk, fixing your hair, and folding your arms around your stomach before each lesson starts, you make me want to hug you and be with you, Belle. All I ever want is to be around you. I'd do anything for you.
Well, my mom is waiting for me. I better put this in your locker before I get caught.
Hopfully I'll see you soon. :-)
YOU ARE READING
soon // l.h.
Fanfiction| she watches him from afar. // he is oblivious. // he watches her from afar. // she is oblivious. | -inspired by dear diary l.h.
