A Letter To You

Dear Tim,

When we first met, it was in September. A month filled with leaves and love. But that wasn't the beginning of us. Well, there never really was a us. Since you have been ignoring me. From everyone else's point of view, we would've been "cute" or "adorable" together as they would say. I've liked you since February 2nd. Yes, I know the date.

You had my heart, Tim. You didn't even know it. Our txting was when my veins couldn't keep up with my heart. You made my blood rush. You were the reason I went to basketball games. So we could have something to talk about during our txting after your basketball game. This letter isn't quite coming out right. You sort of swiped me off my feet. I never cared if I ran out of txting because of you. I didn't care. You were worth it.

No one in a million years would've thought of us together. I mean, what am I thinking? I'm a freshman, you're a junior. It's not like me to be friends with upperclassman. But you, are more than a friend.

We walked together during school when we had the chance. We sat next to eachother when it was right. It's not like we were ever an "item" or anything persay. But as everyone has been telling me lately, people thought we were. So when Jesse asked what was with us, I didn't want to say yes and you thought I was taking everything too seriously so I said nothing. But I guess that was the wrong answer. You haven't talked to me since. I miss you.

You don't txt me anymore, you didn't sit next to me anymore, we don't walk together anymore. This is a letter to you that you will never get. A letter that I will never give it to you because I'm too scared to tell you how I feel.