Dear Kaleb,
Dear Kaleb,
I'm not actually going to send this. I just wanted to get it down. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I screw up and scare you off or do something or say something that makes you want to run screaming for the hills. It's my first real relationship (well besides one in fifth grade but that one didn't count) so I'm not sure what to say or do. I don't want you to feel obligated to stay or to pretend to like me. I don't want to be a pity case. But if you're not simply still going out with me because of that then I'm happy. I really like you. I'm totally not blushing right now. And I hope this works out. When I was younger I never really thought I'd ever have a guy interested in me. I always assumed I'd end up a crazy cat lady. All alone. This is a good development and I don't want to screw it up. Anyways I'm restating things. I should probably stop writing now.
Thank you for giving me a chance.
Kara
P.S. I honestly do really like you




















