To You,
God, where do I start? I met you at the beginning of last year. You're beautiful, smart, you're funny and kind and generous and patient. You were the one I thought would help me.
But then, you weren't. You see, I've fallen for you, and not in love, I don't think. Just in the general 'holy shit I have a crush on her' kind of fallen. It's terrible.
You can tell me it's terrible. You can tell me that I'm terrible. You don't have to message me, especially when I can tell you don't want to.
I'll keep this short. I don't want you to read this and know who you are. I just want you to know that I hoped that you would be the one to help me get over her.
Sincerely,
Me
YOU ARE READING
Letters to No One
RandomLetters. No one in particular (that's a lie actually the names just won't be mentioned). I need to write something for myself.
