dear malia,
on sunday i didn't do much. i just sat around, munched on some cereal and watched tv all day. nothing worth telling.
in fact, i don't really have much to tell ever. i like to keep things to myself. like my sexuality, my feelings. . .
when monday came around, i wasn't all that excited. it's monday - no one likes mondays.
but then i saw you.
you were at your locker and you were smiling. i didn't know what you were smiling at, but you were smiling.
and suddenly, this monday became my favourite day.
you looked at me and smiled even more. i got those butterflies again. they tickled a lot.
i love you, malia.
truly,
hannah
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Dear Malia (Completed)
Teen Fictionin which a girl writes (but never sends) letters to the girl she loves. TW: Self-harm/suicide *Please read at your own risk, I have made the rating for this story Mature for the safety and awareness of my followers and readers. © daisykidhes 2014...
