I have the biggest crush on you. There, I said it. I’ve had it ever since I first saw you in 6th grade english, sitting right behind me. Believe me, I’ve tried to ignore it, to quell it, to imagine that it’s not there, but for some reason, this feeling keeps coming back to me. I hope it’s not love, because we’re too young for that and you’d never take me seriously if I said that to you.
I remember sending you a valentine’s gift the next year, and you just broke my heart once you figured out who sent it. Not only did that make me burst into tears, but I lost my self-esteem too. How could I still like you after that? But I did, and still do. Really, it’s like I’m a different person around you, I become quiet and meek, when really I want to be like the girls you hang out with, who are entergetic and fun. I’m so spineless it disgusts me, but I’m still part of the back round crowd to you. You have no idea how much I’d love to send this letter to you, but would you treat it like that valentine I sent you oh so long ago?