October 29, 2018
L is for Lemon Square
You made me laugh today because of that Lemon Square thing. Iconic. But you're clueless boi no more right?
Thank you for doing that. Thank you for the laughter. That was greatly needed. I really am at that point in the semester where everything's coming up all at the same time, and I could barely catch up. I feel like I'm drowning in deadlines and midterms.
I want to say it's school. And for the most part I do blame it on that. However, there would be moments where I ask myself, could it be the way I deal with stuff? Could it be my reaction to things? Could it be my mindset?
I know you like positivity and probably you like hanging with people who are filled with that. I am not one of those people. I easily get stressed and overwhelmed. I don't know if you notice, but I keep wishing that you have healthy coping mechanisms (I have said that already, right? Or do I just think of it? But yeah-) because if I, an average student, already gets immense stress from my school load, how much more having to balance it with varsity life?
So thank you for making me laugh today. Thank you for making me smile most days.
I saw a picture of you when you were younger, like Baby Curls kind of younger, and you were so cute. You were such a smol bean. Cute Baby Curls. I am starting to think maybe I should compile it in a folder or something. Again, not to be creepy or anything. But I feel like somehow your baby pictures would save me this semester. You know, a much needed source of smiles somehow.
I love your smile. I think I already told you that. But I love Baby Curls smiles so much more. It's so uninhibited and innocent. I'm so gigil with Baby Curls like I just want to hug him real tight and shower him with kisses.
How are you as a student? I haven't asked you that yet, right? Tell me what goes through your mind when asked about school. Is it busy? Is it hard?
Do you have a favorite spot on campus? If you do, what's the reason for it?
Mine ar—again, I feel like somehow I would share too much. Honestly, why can't I just share with you everything without the fear of being found out?
Confession: (another one, yes) I sometimes dream of talking to you. Dream as in imagine ha. Like I think about how much easier it would be if I could call you and tell you all of this.
Curls, I honestly have no clue anymore. Are you a distant crush or a hoped for reality? Like am I satisfied with this, with pretending you read my letters, with knowing that you are just someone I could admire from afar. Or do I hope for something more, to meet you and be friends with you, and obviously, be so much more. I feel like I alternate between the two.
I don't know anymore.
Hoping you're doing better than me,
Just Anon
Anon's Note:
Gigil = Overwhelmed with Cuteness
