Y/n, I have loved you since the day that I saw you. Your tantalizing lips, your teasing eyes and your body, god, how long have I wanted to touch your hair. I know you're hurting right now, with your dead parents, but, when I think of you there in your house all alone I'm half convinced your happy. I watched you for months, you know? Got to know what you liked in a man, I dyed my hair. I changed my fashion, I even started going to the gym so I could impress you. And now look at me. Everyone loves me. I'm popular. I'm described as hot. I could sleep with any girl in this town, but I want you. Your so flawed, it's cute. Like a collection of mistakes bundled into a perfect person. I love the way you chew on your pencil when you struggle to write, I love how you curl your hair when you flirt with me. I know you like me. I see it in your clever eyes. The way you move. How ask the others what I like, then end up wearing what turns me on even more. But I think that seeing you sprawled beneath me is something that should be saved for later. I love you. I love everything about you. Your so fucking cute. I would do anything for you.
Would you do anything for me? If you would, leave a letter outside your door. I check very often. Until next time,
Yours ♥️️