Intro

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I'm not ungrateful.

I'm really not.

I love my life and I'm very thankful that I get to wake up everyday and live it.

But,

and there's always a but,

it can be a bit...

boring.

My life, which again I am not ungrateful for, is pretty simple and plain. If it were a shade painted on a wall, it would be beige.

Yeah, that's what I'm getting at.

Everything always seems like a routine, kind of. Wake up, go to school, mess around with friends, home, eat, work, sleep, repeat. I can't even be entertained by school, because it's so easy to me.

I guess that's why I'm always finding new curveballs to throw in.

New distractions.

New boys.

Don't get me wrong here: I'm not some boy-crazy girl that will start to risk everything for the first cute guy she sees wearing a letterman.

No, that's not me.

When I get crushes, they're not on purpose, although it may seem like it. They're almost an accident made on purpose, without me knowing. They're something new to look forward to when I get bored.

They have an emotional connection to me. I find myself being truly and deeply attracted to that person. I fall head-over-heels, fast.

And sometimes, with certain people, I fall too fast. Sometimes I'm falling and everything around me is a blur and I can feel my emotions hitting me all at once and I feel intense happiness and desperation at the same time and I'm itching, burning to let these feelings loose but I can't.

I cant.

I have to catch myself because I can never find the courage to confess.

So I let go out my feelings and pour them out into a letter to the boy.

So far, I've written seven letters.

One for each of the most intense crushes of my life.

To Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook.

To all the boys I've loved before.

[A/N]

Sooo y'all have probably seen this from an edit on twitter and I actually got permission from the OP to write this sooo we good.

Anyways I got this and the next two parts in the works.

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