It’s me again. Since the last time I wrote, I feel like we’ve gotten closer. Conversation’s getting easier, and I like that we have more inside jokes now – it makes me feel special. I think, sometimes, about what it would be like if we were together, if we were one of those silly couples that walk around school, hand-in-hand, the ones that share a quick little peck as we go our separate ways to classes, the ones that sit for hours, just talking. But, before any of this could happen, I would actually have to tell you how I feel – or, by some miracle, you would tell me first – but, I just can’t. I’m scared to say anything because I don’t know if you feel the same way. I’m afraid of what will happen if I know for sure that you don’t want what I want.
So, again, I’ll wait, and write another letter you’ll never read.