Dear You,
It's been a while since I last wrote to you. These past few months has been a rollercoaster of emotions. School started, I met new friends, new people, and I met her.
It all started on October. She and I got close. Her eyes captured me most, that I don't want to look at them at all. It gets me flustered and all shy, I hated that. I hate how she's so sweet and gentle. I hate how funny her humor is. I hate how she makes me laugh. I hate how her voice sounds so serene. I hate how clingy she is with me. I hate her personality. I hate how many in commons we have. I hate how she's so beautiful. I hate her.
But do I really?
I hate myself for even liking her in the first place, knowing I don't have the slightest bit of chance to be with her.
I hate myself for hoping even when I keep on getting disappointed.
I wish my feelings would stop, but every time I try for it to, at the end of the day, I'm simply just lying to myself thinking it would.
She's just so pretty, her eyes are just so pretty, that it's tattooed in my brain already.
I wish I could write more often to you. I wish I could write and someday say I've found someone who loves me like I love them.
Yours,
A