dear ----,
Every time I see that little green dot next to your name, my heart skips a beat. It was the hardest thing I did (not really, but you know), sending you that friend request. My heart was pounding and I was shaking so badly, fearing that you wouldn't answer. You did. You didn't remember me, but you accepted it and I believe it's fate that you did.
I'm silly that way. I believe everything happens for a reason. Everything. Even the little things like waking up late or not being able to sleep or dropping something in the hallway at school. It all happens for a reason, all little events leading up to the big climax of your story, the story of life. You were thrown into my story to create one of the biggest plot twists possible. The good girl finally meets her bad guy. I know I was sat next to you for a reason, I know you accepted my friend for a reason and I know now that we're talking for a reason.
That conversation we had yesterday was perfect. I could cry, it was so perfect. You called me gorgeous. You told me I could open up to you. You told me it would be okay, that I could trust you. Silly me, I believe you. That might come back and bite me, but for now, I don't care. I'm blissfully ignorant of the things that could happen to me for getting in deep with you. I've liked you since the first moment I saw you, the blonde haired kid in the back of my sixth hour physical science room.
You might not talk to me again for a while, but I seriously hope you do.
Until the next time we talk,
love,
me
Every time I see that little green dot next to your name, my heart skips a beat. It was the hardest thing I did (not really, but you know), sending you that friend request. My heart was pounding and I was shaking so badly, fearing that you wouldn't answer. You did. You didn't remember me, but you accepted it and I believe it's fate that you did.
I'm silly that way. I believe everything happens for a reason. Everything. Even the little things like waking up late or not being able to sleep or dropping something in the hallway at school. It all happens for a reason, all little events leading up to the big climax of your story, the story of life. You were thrown into my story to create one of the biggest plot twists possible. The good girl finally meets her bad guy. I know I was sat next to you for a reason, I know you accepted my friend for a reason and I know now that we're talking for a reason.
That conversation we had yesterday was perfect. I could cry, it was so perfect. You called me gorgeous. You told me I could open up to you. You told me it would be okay, that I could trust you. Silly me, I believe you. That might come back and bite me, but for now, I don't care. I'm blissfully ignorant of the things that could happen to me for getting in deep with you. I've liked you since the first moment I saw you, the blonde haired kid in the back of my sixth hour physical science room.
You might not talk to me again for a while, but I seriously hope you do.
Until the next time we talk,
love,
me