I’m going to go straight to the point. I like you. More than you know. I like you a lot. In fact, I think I’m in love with you. This is really weird because I’ve never felt this way for a girl before. You are the first girl I’ve ever liked and I can’t explain how my feelings grew so strong. I love your lips, they’re so soft —I loved it when you kissed me— I’ll never forget the times that you did. You seduced me without even realizing it. I wish you felt the same way, I really do. The thought of something like this happening would make me want to gag, but with you I’m willing to explore this side of myself. It’s been a very long time since I’ve liked someone as much as I like you. I wish I could see you everyday again, I wish that I could hug you ever day again. I miss your embraces. I miss you telling me you missed me after not seeing me the whole day. I miss you telling me how much you love me. I always wished that there was a deeper feeling in those words but the face value was sufficient. I miss your touch, I miss holding hands with you. I love holding hands with you. I miss being around you. Ugh how I wish that you felt the same way. I love your eyes, those beautiful eyes. I could look at them all day. My heart beats so fast when I’m with you, that I’m surprised that the building doesn’t shake.
I’m in love with you.