~|| COMPLETED :): July 8th 2016 ||~ CURRENTLY EDITING "Who are you?" He asked. Clearly annoyed. "I'm Kaitlin Jackson," I stated very nervously, fidgeting with my thumbs. "Would you read this?" I asked, extending my hand out. I could sense people staring at me. I like....you is what I kept rehearsing in my head. I could hear my heart beating rapidly for him to just take the letter, if our hands touch I'm sure I would fain-. "I don't need it." He said. Those were not the words I was expecting to hear. The letter flew out of my hands out of shock. It landed right in front of me. My "classmates" stepped on my first love letter, the piece of paper that I loved so much, the tree that died to supply me with paper that wasn't appreciated at all. He's smart, I'm not... He's good looking, I'm not... He's good at sports, I sure as hell am not... There is an infinite list of ideas and adjectives I'm not, but what about the things I am? I'm in love, He's not ... I guess this list isn't as long, but my heart aches for his love, it's not your average school girl crush. It's a one sided 3 year love. He doesn't even know that I exist, well maybe he does, but he doesn't acknowledge me. I bet you're dying to know his name, Nick Louis. I've never questioned Gods doings, even though having my house destroyed by a shooting star isn't relevant. Is moving into the Louis' residence even more irrelevant. The book, and "American" version of Japanese Film. "Love In Tokyo," Korean Film. "Playful kiss," Anime. "Itazura na Kiss." Thai film "Kiss Me."