Dear ____,
Low and behold my new reason of waking up. You. And I have'nt told anyone about my unexplainable fondness about a stranger. But that's the thrill of it right? It does'nt need to know much. It just has to feel right.
I decided to go the other way around to school. Same length. Same distance but closer to you. Suddenly, the routine turn into a hobby, the hobby turn into obsession, and then it turn out to be more than that.
I know your name now stranger. I also notice how you like being alone, with your hand in your pocket and the other holding a violin case. Not the most typical but definitely original.
You standout amongst the rest, simple suits you the best. I've seen some try to steal the spotlight but I highly doubt someone could ever steal yours. You don't even try. You're you. You are Andy.
I silently wait for you to pass by while sitting next to the window. And everytime I do, I am drawn to you even more. I spend most of what little free time I have thinking what you like and If I qualify your minimum standard.Because if there was a line out there of people who wanna' know you just a tad bit more, I might join them.
Maybe then, if I know more, I'd undertand why I'm so caught up with you. It's starting to scare me Andy. You don't see me differently. I'll end up being a familiar face in about a hundred others that you will forget really soon. I don't want that. How will I make you remember me?
Grace❤
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Letters to "Andy"
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