To my Valentine,
I must have written this letter about ten times already but I think I know exactly what I want to tell you now. I've really liked you for a long time. I'd even go so far as to say I've fallen for you. I wish I had the courage to approach you in person and tell you myself. Every day I watch you run late for class. Every morning you enter the classroom all eyes are on you but you would never notice mine smiling at you. My heart skips when you glance in my direction, even though I know you are not looking for me. Even on the rainiest of days when I'm depressed you somehow bring a ray of sunshine into the room. I wish I could make you smile just as brightly as you make me feel inside. There was a day a few months ago when I saw you crying alone in the hallway. I gave you my handkerchief and you told me how much you missed your father. You looked at me with those eyes shining like the light on a gently flowing river. I think it was then I decided you meant more to me than just another one of our classmates. I felt like I was looking into the eyes of someone who might understand me. Right then and there I wanted so much to hold you and just try to make you feel better. Foolish cowardice restrained me and all I could do was listen. If you had ever needed someone to do just that I would happily spend hours with you if it meant seeing you smile afterwards. Please read my words. I only ever want you to be happy. I have confessed everything my heart has kept locked away. I leave the rest with you my valentine.
Love Marco
