Dear Dawson

Dear Dawson- 19

June 12.

  Dear Dawson, I just got back from school. Well, I actually gave Conner a real chance today. I never noticed this before, but he is actually really kind and adorable. He's cute.

He has short, light brown hair kind of like mine and gorgeous, baby blue eyes.

I thought that your eyes were the most gorgeous I would ever see, but I'm not so sure now.

He's definitely a gentlemen, which I find very nice.

"Hey Kindley," he had eagerly asked me this morning as he sat down on the picnic table beside me. His eyes twinkled with happiness as he saw me, even though I never usually spoke to him all that much. I softly smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear nervously, before deciding I would actually reply this time.

"Hi Conner," I quietly responded, never looking up from my notebook.

"Woah, you actually replied!" he practically squealed, making me laugh a little, "and you laugh too." I blushed at his comment, a small smile creeping on my face. I hesitantly looked up at him to see him gawking at me in shock and surprise. I looked back down at my notebook when he said nothing.

"You have a beautiful laugh," he breathed out, "wow, you are, like, really adorable- oh, god, was that weird? I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay," I giggled at his obvious nervousness, "it wasn't weird." I was nervous as well, but I just hid it much better than he did. He was obviously on the awkward side even though he was extremely outgoing.

We talked to each other for the rest of the day as much as we could. Today was a really good day.

I think I like Conner a lot.

Love,
Kindley.

Authors note: I know you ship it. Feel free to make a ship name.

I don't know if I ship it honestly.

-xkarlinx