A year ago, I started writing letters. Stupid love letters for the guy I loved, for the person who never bothered to even glance at me. I sealed them in a box, and kept them with me 'til now, hoping that one day I could gain the courage to give at least one to him. But courage isn't what I need.. a touch of fate could do the work for me.
But there's one thing I haven't thought of: What would happen when he finds out what I feel for him? Would he laugh at me? or will he love me, too?
Read and find out. xx