letters to crushes

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I need a specialist to observe us and then conclude if you are interested or not.

I'm the little girl with the bad front bangs and striped knee high socks from kindergarten who was your first friend. I'm the little girl who was your spelling partner in first grade. I'm the little girl who walked you to the office when you skinned your knee in second grade. I'm the girl who tied your shoes in third grade, because you still couldn't. I'm the girl who didn't laugh at your braces in fourth grade. I'm the girl who almost confessed her 'love' to you during the pilgrim project in fifth grade. I'm the girl who introduced you to my best friend, and watched you like her instead of me in sixth grade. I'm the girl who listened to all of your problems and never made fun of you in junior high. I'm the girl who is still dragged to your family's parties and sits in the corner and reads. I've known you for twelve years. I'm the girl that pathetically and unreasonably loves you. I'm the girl who's pretty sure you've forgotten exists.

"you have freckles on your ears," i said.

"i'm so glad i know that vital information now," you replied.

"but you could have gone through your whole life not knowing. you can't see your own ears."

"i could have looked in a mirror. or taken a picture."

"but would you have? would you even have wondered?"

"probably not."

"but now you know. now you know a little bit more about yourself."

"well.. thank you."

and that's when we kissed.

I stayed in high school and tried harder because you said you like smart girls.

I don't have a crush on you anymore.

I'm halfway through a medical degree. It's the best thing I've ever done with my life.

I, really, truly, sincerely thank you.

i'm afraid that one day you'll say, "good morning," and i'll say, "i love you."

I don't know what to do with you when you smile. I just want to hug your face, but. that would seem weird. You make me weird. Which makes me smile.

I wish we lived closer.

And sometimes, when I'm not too busy being angry or strong or even happy for letting you go, I just feel sad. Because I miss you.

when you're around you're the only thing i can see

it's as if someone Dumbledored all the lights out.

When I meet a girl that I'm interested in, I do a "test" in my head to see if she might have what it takes to be mine and only mine. I call it the "couch test."

If I can't see you and me sitting on the couch watching the original SpongeBob SquarePants episodes or The Jungle Book, then you're not for me.

Yes. I am almost 18 and and loaded with both brains and brawn, (if you caught that, you're perfect) but this is what I want in a girl. Love is crazy eh?

i vote that there should be an official tell your crush day.

it would make things less awkward...

Even if we never see each other again I want you to know that you made me so happy.

I'd like to say I'm sorry. Sorry to all the women out there who have gotten their hearts trampled on. Sorry to the women who feel as though the only way to get men's attention is to act in ways that are not very you. Sorry to the ones that suffered through the pain of dealing with your cowardly love finding 'love' somewhere else. I'm sorry for the way you've been treated, the way you've been used, and the way you've been thrown away like you don't mean much.

Truth is, you do mean much. You mean a lot. Not just to me, but to the whole world. Look at yourself. Your smile, the way you're so focused on this right now. You are so beautiful. You really are. And you have a big, warm heart that deserves only the finest of men. Or women. Hey, I don't judge.

Open that heart to only those who deserve it, and learn to protect your heart from those who don't. I know you're beauty, and I know your strength. Keep hanging on, okay? Some of us really are good. You just have to sift through the pain, keep believing and find your way.

We'll be waiting for you.

I'll kinda always have a crush on you.

I suck at displaying my emotions with you. I do. And I hate it.

So here. (I'll work on the in person thing.)

You know when you have a really really great dream, and you're super happy, and then you kinda wake up halfway, and drift back off to sleep, hoping to keep the dream? You know the feeling when you get that awesome dream back immediately and continue with it? Yeah. That feeling.

When you have to take a walk, run or bike ride somewhere and the sun is shining, and it's warm, but not too hot, and the grass is really green and the bees are buzzing? That happiness.

When it's a cool night, and there is a huge storm brewing outside, and thunder clangs, and you snuggle deep down in the warm covers? That safeness.

When you're in a crowded place, and you smile at a little kid, and their face lights up and they get a huge grin? THAT.

That is how you make me feel.

You cause me serious writers block.

Uncle Sam wants YOU to ask this girl to hang out on Friday night. Do it for you, do it for her, but most importantly, do it for YOUR COUNTRY.

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