to the person reading this

to the person reading this,

hey. let's talk.

you and i haven't been friends for long. hell, we haven't even known each other for a full month. just three weeks--three wonderful, amazing weeks, that felt like years. three fun-filled, gorgeous weeks, that felt everlasting.

three hectic weeks that were too short for my liking.

but there's only so much time you can have at a summer camp, right? and summer camp relationships never work out, right?

right?

to the person reading this, 

we're friends. i know that. 

you don't live far enough away. i miss you this much because you're so close to me. 

can you do me a favor and pack your bags? move to europe? move to mars?

just so i don't miss you as much?

to the person reading this,

why do you have to have a girlfriend?

why do you have to have someone waiting for you at home, someone who you've promised to pledge yourself to?

why did you have to have met her?

why don't you have to have me?

to the person reading this,

i really shouldn't like you.

i know i shouldn't.

but you're funny as hell, you're attractive, and you were with me most of the three weeks that i knew you.

didn't you think that could turn into something? yes?

no?

to the person reading this,

you might not be the only person i'm writing this to.

there may be another from those same three weeks that i wouldn't mind keeping company with.

but hey, you'll never know unless you ask me.

to the person reading this,

is there anything attractive about me?

my face, my body, my smile?

or would you rather have me as a friend?

i'm okay with being a friend.

i think.

to the person reading this,

you know who you are.

i know you do.

(at least, i hope you do.)

to the person reading this,

i think you're not the only person reading this.

and that's okay.

with all of her best regards,

the person writing this