Dear Andrew or should I say Boba,
I like you. You're so nice and the first crush I've really had that has a good personality. You're so nice and kind to others its unbelievable. Whenever I talk to you, you're always in a good mood and smiling. I wish I could tell you this, but I can't. Everyone I've ever liked has either pushed me away when they found out, completely avoided me forever, or said mean things about me behind my back. I don't want that to happen with us. Yesterday during the performance you seemed to ignore me a bit. It's probably just my imagination from being hurt so often but I really hope nobody told you. I hope that even if you do know and feel awkward about it that I won't say or do anything that would make you uncomfortable and I'll try my best to stop liking you. Please tell me you don't know and please tell me you'll come to my party.