Dear Boy at the Back of the
Class,
Next year you're going to gradutate. That terrifies me because,
honey I'm running out of time. Running out of
time to tell you that you have beautiful
eyes. To tell you that your voice reminds me of a
brisk winter morning, and that I love the way your laugh
comes in waves like the ocean. You look like autumn
but act like spring. I'm running out of time to tell you that
I get butterflies when I see you, and
when we lock eyes I feel naked and vulnerable. I
want to kiss you, but I don't dare put my lips on
something so beautiful. And I'm
sorry. I'm sorry I won't find the strength to
say this to you in person. That doesn't make
it anyless true, my dear.
Love, A Girl With No Courage