Dear boy whose name begins with a ‘J’,
I thought I was getting over you. I thought I was moving on. But I’m not. Your text on my birthday made me the happiest girl in the world. It proved to me that you still care and you still want me in your life. Why do you have to live so far away? Friends have told me if it’s meant to happen, then it will. I really hope this is meant to happen. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a guy before. I’m not afraid, I’m confident, I don’t have any doubts. Every guy I keep meeting does not measure up to your standard. You set the bar high, and I don’t know if any other guy will be able to reach it.
I want to tell you how I feel, but I’m worried. What if you don’t feel the same way? What if it makes things awkward between us? Is there any purpose in me telling you? I want you to have the freedom to decide what to do with your life, and I don’t want to influence any of your decisions. I just want you to do what makes you happy.
I know we’re going to be friends for a very long time, if not for the rest of our lives. But I still hope that this turns out to be more. I feel like I met “the one,” and I don’t know what to do. Maybe it’s time to talk to you about this. Maybe since you’re going to school closer next year, that’ll change things. But what if you meet someone? I don’t know what I would do. I just hope I can tell you how I really feel some day.
Thank you for being so good to me.
-Girl whose name begins with an ‘M’