Hey Eli,
I know that was probably the most imperfect way to start a letter to anyone. But it's okay, because you and me are imperfect, and maybe in a way we could be perfect for each other. That would be if you ever bothered to talk to me. I don't blame you though, you're the popular band guy with tons of friends and messy dark hair that glistens with sweat as you bang the drums in that lame but cool band geek way.
And it's not like you've never talked to me. Saying you haven't is unfair to you. You once asked me for an eraser and you loaned me a dollar when I was behind on lunch money. Afterwards you never gave me a second glance but I couldn't keep my eyes off you.
Let me put it simply, I got it bad for you. I think you're cute, funny, nice, and charming. I think you're an absolute delight and I really wished we were at least friends. You always walk around wearing your red flannel jacket and I always know when you've entered a room. The mood seems to lighten and everyone else watches you too. Like I said, you're popular.
You might think I'm weird but I'm been watching, and listening. And your friend Amy talks loud and a lot in the locker room. She says that you love Star Wars and Pixar, you're a vegetarian, and you absolutely adore the music of Queen, Prince, and Lady Gaga.
Anyway, before I get too creepy, I was wondering if we could go out. Nothing serious. Maybe out to a movie, whatever movie you want, and then pizza afterwards? We could listen to whatever kind of music you liked, and talk about whatever you liked.
We don't even have to see a movie, we could go out and play lazer tag, because Amy says you like that too. Then we could go out for ice cream, whatever flavor you want. Mine is chocolate, and you seem like you like the strangest flavors. You seem like you like strange things, and I like that.
Or we could go to the park and feed the ducks. We could walk hand and hand down a trail, you wearing your red flannel and me this cute yellow sundress I bought a couple months ago. We could talk about school and our plans after school. Though talking isn't necessary, we could walk in silence and gaze into each others' eyes afterwards.
So Eli, you're never going to read this because you can't read this. I already know you don't feel the same way, but it would crush me to hear you say it. For right now I'm okay with watching from afar. It's better if we stay out of each other's way.
Still, I wonder what you would do if you knew this information. I wonder what you would do if you knew just how bad I had it for you.
Probably nothing.
