J,

I’m a bit of a freak. I have an obsession with medieval torture, cob houses and gardening. I have auburn hair and never wear shoes.

I absolutely adore you and you haven’t got a clue! I’m ashamed to admit it but I have been ogling you for almost three years. Its really pathetic, I know.

I’m 16, if you were wondering. I wish we could be together. I wish your sister didn’t hate my guts for no reason at all and I wish you knew my name!

Last time we saw each other, I caught you looking at me. Maybe I’m just puffing it up in my head but maybe you thought I was cute? I hope so, I really want you to love me. I want to have the courage to approach you and start conversation. Ask you about the college you went to, what music you played at the youth event, what you really desire to do! Right now five years is a big gap but maybe… maybe in the future?

Is it an entire 5 years between us or only 5 years?

Is that too much?

Should I try?

How can I approach you?

Your lips look so kissable and soft, your nose ring is so perfect with your face and your eyes. Good lord when I looked into your eyes I was struck dumb like an idiot and kept on walking. But I think maybe… Did your heart skip a beat too?

Is it because you want me too that your ex keeps an annoyingly close eye on me?

It doesn’t matter.
I’ll probably never be with you.
I’ll end up marrying this guy I’m with now and never get to tell you how I really feel.
My damn shyness is to blame.

Love,
S