letters from the crushed

o,

ok, well i cant keep this short. you stared at me constantly in class. you used to try to talk to me and sit nexr to me, you asked my name and even asked me to sit next to you. you asked me to come walk with you when you were going to take a paper to someone for the teacher. you put yourself so far out there, i see that in hindsight. but i have this weird thing where i think every time a guy likes me its just a joke. i didnt want to reciprocate and be heartbroken, im sorry. but now i’ve changed schools and last i heard you had a girlfriend so i guess i missed my chance. i want you. come back.

— me