Dear Belle,
I think I'm being pranked. Someone's sending me notes, saying that they have a secret admirer, and that they're not good enough. It saddens me, even if I don't know the person. No one should feel that way.
On a better note:
Belle, your eyes looked so beautiful today, that when I tried to finish writing my sentence in English, I accidentally dropped my pencil, and I didn't even go get it because I was so mesmerized by the way the light brings out another shade of blue from your irises. I sometimes wonder if you even know who I am, or if I exist... I doubt it, though. How would a perfect girl like you know a worthless boy like me? It doesn't make sense. Okiedokie, I'm going to ride the bus home today. Bye, Belle.
I'll write to you again 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.
