To all the boys I've loved challenge

Dear Nameless,

Well you already know I'm nuts so God forbid this letter ever find you while initially surprised you'd probably just shake your head and say 'Oh Veronica.'

Where to begin? How about with the fact that you're out of the country right now and I'm far more sad than I should be. The day you told me you'd be gone this week, I went home and cried. Like ugly sad dramatic Scarlett O'Hara cried. Even though I knew you probably wouldn't think of me at all while you were gone.

Next. I'll take a few sentences to explain why you are the object of my affection. You are kind. You are smart. You are important to me. Just kidding, well not really. Seriously though, you have a heart of gold. Other people use you as a moral compass, they say things like, 'well if nameless doesn't like them no one could,' or 'if you have a problem with nameless it's probably you because he's one of the nicest people in the world.' These are direct quotes by the way and for once, I'm not exaggerating.

Another thing. While I'm a neurotic control freak, you're at the opposite end of the spectrum. The "go with the flow" guy. The "let's take a nap in a hammock" guy or the "just relax It'll work out" guy. People like you need people like me and people like me need people like you. You would keep me relaxed and I would keep you motivated.

But alas. I am beginning to accept that while we would be genius together It shall never be. I fear you have already (and permanently) put me in the friendzone. But you are just that terrific that if I must be resigned to the friendzone I shall be learn to be content. Because I like you so much even the thought of losing you as a friend makes me nauseated.

Sincerely,
Your friend and disappointed admirer.
Veronica