Dear Paris,
I saw you the day you came back; you were walking your cat and your dog, and that made me smile because walking your cat is such an outlandish and peculiar thing to do. I think your cat is the only cat that doesn't mind being walked; mine left those scars on my arm when I tried to get him on a leash. I know I told you it was a scar from a soccer incident, but that was a lie, I was trying my best to seem like this cool guy that wasn't at all interested in you, but I think we've both realized I'm not that cool, and that I'm actually REALLY interested in you. I think you saw me, I'm not sure because I didn't come outside and you didn't wave hello, but you looked into my window and you stared inside for a while before taking Artemis and Apollo back inside, so maybe you didn't see me, because you would have said hello. I don't know why you didn't come over, but I guess I didn't come either so we're both to blame.
- Liam
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Dear Paris
Fanfiction"Maybe if we broke the mirrors, we wouldn't break ourselves" Letters to a girl from the boy living across the street.
