Dear Dawson- 23

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June 24.

  Dear Dawson, Conner told me he likes me today.

Initially, I didn't know how to respond at all. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.

So, being the scared coward I am, I ran. I ran as fast and as far as I possibly could.

No, I didn't have a good reason other than I didn't know what to say and I was scared.

God, how could I even believe him? He probably didn't even mean it. Maybe he was playing a joke or something. It can't be true. There is no way.

No one likes me. No one.

I mean, you didn't, and sometimes, I don't even like me. Why in the world would Conner ever like me? He'd have to be crazy!

But, if there is anything I have learned while being friends with Conner, it's that he is absolutely insane.

I like you too, Conner.

Love,
Kindley.

Authors Note: I wrote this on a plane headed home. New York was so fun. If you ever go, you've got to see Spongebob on Broadway. It's doesn't sound like it would be very good, but to be honest, it's amazing! Anyways, thanks for reading. Bye.

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