I had enough of my feelings towards you.
No, I am not gonna quit. But I'm not gonna let this feeling eat me alive.
I finally decided to-
-to tell you.
So much anxiety is controlling me.
I am shaking as I write this.
I do not want to regret giving this to you.
But I don't want to regret later on if I don't give this to you.
So, tomorrow afternoon, I will write a letter and hide it in your backpack.
If I even have the courage to (which I highly doubt I do) I might even kiss you in the cheek.
But you shouldn't get your hopes up for that.
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Emotions
ContoEmotions is exactly what the title calls for. Entries of moments of cliché sparks goes here. It may be a short story, or it may be something else. But, there is only one purpose; to vent feelings. Share out to others what beautiful colors of emotion...
