{this letter is joined with the last one kinda ish yeah whatever shut up kat}
dear michael,
I speak to you as if you were a friend from over in the uk. if that makes sense... probably doesn't.
like I'm telling you all of this stuff about you and what we do in school and when we hang out as if I'm someone you don't know.
I'm probably not making sense here but whatever I'm feeling a different emotion and I think it's what people call 'happy'
anyway you were so cute today in your sweater that was obviously too big for you, the way you held my hand as we walked through your favourite place. there was not much talking today, you just gave me small smiles and I swear I tried smiling back.
then as we were standing in the middle of the forest that we both grown to love by now, you hugged me tight then pulled away to stare in my eyes.
slowly you leaned in, as did i, and then...
our lips touched.
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