Dear You
I was at the game tonight. You were amazing, as always.
You scored so many goals. I wish I could be the one, to stand up, cheer for you, and run into your arms whenever you won.
But I wasn't.
I wasn't her.
I wish I was, though.
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.
