You're amazing.
You're so much more than you think you are. I know you can't see it, but I do. I think I love you, and I feel like such an asshole for even thinking that. It would hurt 1 and 2 so much if they found out.
I don't want to do that to them.
They're such good hearted people. The both of them. If you met them, you would understand.
I've liked you for years, you know. And I know we've dated before, and I know you said you only liked me as a friend. I know I shouldn't like you or desire you romantically, but I can't help it. The ways of the heart I guess, right?
But the way you cuddled with me. The way you look at me, the way you smile and say that I'm cute. The way you say that I'm so amazing, that I make you happy.
I know you said you didn't like me like that, but how long ago was that? Eighth grade? And we're almost seniors now? I don't know. I wonder what an outside opinion would say.
You're wonderful, and I hate that I think that.
- Wyrm
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Letters to you
PoetryThe different numbers are the people that they are to. If a number repeats, then the letter is to the same person I need to get some things off my chest.
