Dear You

Dear You,

I have no idea how to start. I don’t think I’ve ever been very good with words, but I suppose I’ll give this a try anyway.

You don’t really know who I am, but we sit near each other in class. I sit two seats away, in fact. Close enough that I tend to eavesdrop, so apologies for that, and a late happy birthday as well. I always kinda wanna say hi to you, but I’m always a little scared. Not that you’re scary, in fact you seem really nice. I just don’t know how to do it.

Heh, I really have no idea what I’m doing.

I remember one day, you were wearing such a nice outfit, and I gave you a compliment. You gave me a bright smile and a compliment. It was sweet, how you beamed, how you gave me a compliment back. I like to think that I helped make your day better, even though you probably don’t remember it at all now.

I think that I’m a little infatuated with you. I seem to think about you a lot. Not constantly, not distractingly, but you’re there more than other people. Maybe not so infatuated as I think, then.

I hope you don’t mind me rambling my thoughts about you, though I’ll never send this for you to read. I’m too scared of how you’d react. I don’t think you’d turn me away, but I do think it might make you feel awkward or embarrassed, especially because you probably don’t think of me at all. Maybe one day I’ll be able to say hi, but for now, I’ll end this letter.

~ The girl two seats away

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