Hey,

I wish I could tell you everything I wanted to tell you. I just do not have the nerve, to be honest.

I remember the first time I saw you. I was a freshman, completely new to the school. I was on my way to honors literature and you were walking down the hall. I wanted to ask you for your name, but I didn’t think you’d want to be seen talking to me considering I was a pitiful 9th grader and you were a senior.

I spent the whole day thinking of you and hoping I’d see you again. As days went by, I looked for you every day. I’d often walk by you in the mornings and on the way to 5th period. You were beautiful, and I was me. You were as great as can be, and I was plain as plain can be.

Day after day, I fell harder and harder for you. I finally figured out your name. Two months before our school year ended, we became friends after you playfully teased me. You were marvelous. You were so kind, funny, and handsome. I couldn’t figure out why you wanted to be my friend, but I accepted the fact. Every time you saw me, you got this huge smile on your face and you actually looked excited to see me. You have no idea how amazing that made me feel. It made me feel like I actually was wanted. 

You graduated 4 days ago and now I realize that I missed my chance. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you. I wish I could tell you how safe you make me feel. I’m happy when I talk to you. No one has made me this happy and drove me insane at the same time. You smile and my knees get weak. I know this sounds like all of those sappy things teenage girls say, for I am only a teenage girl myself, but I really do have strong feelings for you, and I wish you could know. I wish you had mutual feelings. Who knows, maybe you do? But I guess I will never really know.

Have fun in the real world. ♥

Signed,
Yours Truly, age 15