Dear ______,
I don't have the confidence to tell you how I feel about you in person, so I'm writing this. You might not ever see this. But if you do, I just want you to know that everything I write and feel is true. I love you.
She's always ahead. The bright, smart, girl I always knew. Here I am, she probably just became friends with me back then because she felt sorry for my stupidity. Why does she even talk to me?
But...I'll do anything for her. She deserves to be protected, even if I am just a stupid idiot.
She's forever will be,
always out of reach.