Dear Luke,
I think I figured out who sends me the notes. His name is Luke, Luke Hemmings, and he sits at the back of the room in English.
Do you know what's funny, Luke? I think I like this boy, Luke Hemmings.
The boy who smiles, the boy who makes me feel beautiful, the only boy in the school who actually thinks I'm pretty.
I like you too, Luke.
I like you too.
Love, Belle.
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.
