Dear you
I saw you today. You were with your friends, laughing, having fun. Just like how you always do.
Then she came.
I knew how you felt about her, and how she felt about you. I think the whole school did. I never liked her though. Not that it mattered.
Just like always, I wished I was her. I wished I had the courage to go up and say hi.
But guys like you don't associate with girls like me. I should know. I've tried.
Hope to talk to you soon.
From,
Me
YOU ARE READING
| Dear You |
Teen FictionIn which a girl expresses her feelings through a series of post its, to a boy who will never read them.