1/8/13
Dear boy,
I will never be able to
tell you this is person. In fact, I'll never even be able to
tell you this at all because I could never be brave enough. I
will write every single thing that I want to tell you right here,
on witty. Maybe one day, if something spectacular happens,
I'll show you every single letter on here. Maybe.
I saw you talking to her in the
hall today. I know I shouldn't be jealous when you're not
even mine, but I wasn't even angry. I was more sad. I
shouldn't worry about anything considering how you tease her
about who she likes, but you were laughing, and smiling; you were
happy with her. What if the teasing is because you like her?
She's so much more interesting than I am. She's adopted.
She's popular. She's funny. She's nice. She's
skinny. She's beautiful. All of the guys fall for her at one
point or another. How am I supposed to compete with her? I'm
not fascinating. There's nothing about me that might catch
someone's eye in a crowded room. There's no way I could
ever be as beautiful as her. I'm just hoping that you'll
notce me. You never do.
Sincerely,
The girl just down the hall.