Dear sunflower,
You seem to be asking around about me, about who was on that trip on who knows that you were kicked out of class. I'm glad to know I sparked your interest like you sparked mine the very first time we spoke. The way I'm into you is almost like a candle; it'll keep burning up and won't stop unless you tell me to. I just hope I can confess before the flame runs out.
Tell me, sunflower, do you like the papers that I stow in your locker? Do they make you as exhilarated as I hope they do? It's what you deserve, after all. You deserve to beaming with joy every second of every day, You're one of the purest souls I've ever come across. So gentle and stunning. Your personality attracts me more and more every day.
I want to be romantic with you, take you out on remarkable dates, make spontaneous plans at late hours of the night. Discover magical destinations and count the stars.
Soon, maybe.
-Your sun.
