To the boy in the black framed glasses

Dear you,
I really wish I knew what to say when I see you, I mean we talk, but never about the stuff that I feel waiting to burst out of me. I wish you weren’t so flirty one day and distant the next, but I guess that’s one of the reasons I like you. I really think you like me too. You’re face lights up and you smile the most adorable smile, I love how you take ten seconds staring in to my eyes before you respond. If only you knew how much you made me melt. If this isn’t cheesy already then wait till you hear this. I have a fantasy you’ll pick up your guitar one day plop down on the bench next to me and sing and play “If I Had a Gun” by Noel Gallagher, the most beautiful love song I’ve ever heard. Then you’d ask me to be your girlfriend and end it with a sweet kiss on my forehead. A girl can dream. When I asked you to tag along to the movies today and said no, without even looking at me, was a blow. You do stuff like this that makes me have doubts about whether I want to admit these feelings to you or not. I really don’t want to be screwed with again. I fear you’ll do the same, and leave like everyone else. God, I really hope you are not like that.
Sincerely, Me

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