There's a lot more I could say to you, but I know it would get tangled up in swirls of lust and love and longing and there would be rhymes and letters that go on for pages without meaning and there would be water stains from either tears or a spilled water from a date with a new girl and thoughts of holding hands and small writing to indicate a whisper and there would be crayon because I know you like it more than pen or pencil and there would be drawings of distraction and there would be hints of adoration and I would ask questions like "What's your favorite color?" and hope that it went somewhere more serious like "Would you ever be with a girl?" and there would be holes in the paper from me tapping my crayon out of nervousness and there would be a strong stench of love and I can't do that to you.
It wouldn't be fair.