The Cafe Across the Street

Letter To a Boy Who Will Never Know Me

hello,

You do not know me, but I don't know you either. I see you at your locker, or in a classroom, or with your girlfriend. You notice me out of the corner of your eye, or when I'm too busy being lost in my mind to realize I'm about to run into you in the hallway, but you forget me once we pass each other. It's not like I'm anything special, I'm not smart, pretty, I'm not at all talented, but I see that you are sad and I don't know why but I wish I did. I see a boy with eyes so pretty its strange to see them so watery. I see a boy with the sweetest smile and I don't understand why he doesn't do it more often, it takes up too much of my mind to be only used on occasion. I admire your hair by the way. No, I do not have a hair fetish. You'll never read this and I never had the intention to give it to you. I just want to be friends. I'm burning this now but I hope I can get to know you one day, or just find out what your last name is.

The girl who's too insecure (or maybe sane) to give you this

-Dim