Dear C.C.
To this day I never knew about the real you.
I never paid attention.
Never bothered to say hello.
And You did the same.
But on the third week of May, why were you suddenly intriguing?
Why was it that I stared at you for more than a minute?
-Lily Tarius
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My Letters To C. C.
RandomA bunch of letters that I wrote for the boy I still like WARNING: I just started writing 2 years ago, so I'm still a new writer
