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date/time Sunday, July 10, 2011,11:57 AM
Dear you.
I've been looking through http://www.letterstocrushes.com/ lately as a form of procrastination; some of the letters are corny but sweet, some are just quotes, but this one: it's beautifully written.
Dear you,
I wish I could write a well worded letter to you. I wish it could be poetic and lovely, eloquent and beautiful; the kind of letter that makes you fall head over heels in love with me. Sadly, I can't write that kind of letter. I can't make anyone fall in love with me. I have no control of that. I can be a lovable person, I can be open to love, but that is all and the best I can do.
I could write to you about how your cheekbones stick out a little, and how your eyes are this shining amber color that seem to light up when you get excited. How your hands are rough looking, and when you are nervous or tired you tend to cover your face with them. How you have the straightest teeth I have ever seen, and even when you yawn and scrunch up your face, I see you as perfectly imperfect.
I could write about how quiet you are. How I constantly wonder what is happening inside your head, and have a million questions to ask you but don't. How I get frustrated when you give me one word answers, or you can't think of what to say and we just sit there in silence. How I fall a little bit harder when you tell me a story about yourself, or when you have something important to tell me and you point to me with eyes wide before stating whatever it is.
I could also write about your intelligence. How you make these contraptions and inventions like it is the simplest thing in the world, how you barely study and ace your classes. How much this impresses me. How you seem to have things together. I sometimes wonder if you really do, or if you just keep that to yourself.
I could tell you how much your personal space issues bug me, how daily I remind myself not to invade them or push you too far. It kills me when you wont hug me. The day you high fived me on your own was the biggest thing for me. I just worry what you are feeling if you wont hug me, but spend so much time with me. What do you mean by that. But I do know, that whatever steps you take on your own without me forcing them, is a big deal.
I could write about how you are with me. How you listen when I talk, and remember the little things. Even if I talk too much, and am sleep deprived or hyped up on coffee. At most you give me that look, and I tone it down. Never do you look annoyed. You always seem so patient with me.
I could write you many things. About things you do, and how you are, and why these things make you wonderful and absolutely fascinate me. I could write to you about how much you mean to me, and how thankful I am to have you in my life. But sadly, these things wont make you fall in love with me. This letter could not make you fall in love with me, this letter couldn't make anyone fall in love with me.
Sincerely, Me.
http://www.letterstocrushes.com/letter/120114
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Hey, I'm Holly - it's nice to meet you :)
I'm 17, and in love with HAHS, Marcus Tullius Cicero, and fooood. I just want to study and travel and never grow up.
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