Dear Crush,
Ah, where do I start? I moved from New York City to Boston and you moved with me. I mean not literally, but you you did move to the exact same school. You didn't know who I was then, and probably don't know me too well now. You were in my class last year and I thought you had the cutest smile in the world. Your eyes crinkled up at the ends and your smile seemed to brighten up the world. I didn't meet you in till a month afterwards when I realized you looked like Tom Holland. Toms my celebrity crush and you became my real crush. Maybe it was a little because you looked like him but, your happiness was what got me hooked. You came in everyday laughing that cute smile of yours and I loved it.
I smiled when you smile.
I remember when we first met and you couldn't get my name right. We did this stupid compliment thing and I bet that you wouldn't get me. You did and my best friend was squealing. But the funniest part was you spelt my name wrong and I marched up to you with this boost of confidence and fake yelled at you and you looked so impressed. You grinned and everyday you would say, "hi y/n" to prove you remembered it. You were the first to wish me happy birthday at school, before even my best friends and I was so happy. You made the whole class sing happy birthday to me and I was so shy and you just chuckled and made me stand up.
You were showing some kids in our physics class this cool trick that made this weird sound and I didn't get it so you walked across the room and brushed the hair behind my ear and did it for me. It was the closest we'd ever been and it was the best moment in my life. You just looked down at me and I looked up at you.
On the last day of school you asked to sign my yearbook and you wrote; your name and then "Spi-German"? I was so confused so I asked you and then you stepped closer to me, again and looked down, proudly and whispered, "Spider-Man," and I giggled and literally bolted out of the room. Me and my friends had a nickname for you, "Parker,". Obvious, I know.
There were so many memories with you that I could spend all night writing but it would do me no good. You're a popular kid who probably just thinks I'm a cute little geek or something. You said I had looked pretty but that's about it. You won't read this, but I just didn't want to hold in the fact that I like you for you, not your looks. You are so sweet and caring towards me and I like you for that.
Love, Ash
Ps. Already regretting all my life choices
