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To the boy with the most beautiful smile and mesmerizing green eyes,
First of all, I'd like to apologize for not adressing you with your real name. Thing is, I don't actually know your name, but I'd love to find out.
Moving on, I saw you in the school hallways one day, that day would be the first day of school. You were smiling and laughing with your friends. Your laugh was the most beautiful laugh I had ever heard so I had to look. And when I did, I was hooked. I've been hooked since day one. You looked so beautiful, so carefree, I couldn't help but smile to myself, couldn't help but fall for you, your smile. I kept seeing you around every day after that. And my crush on you just kept intensifying. I fell for you.
I didn't have the courage to come up to you directly. I had no idea how to start a conversation. So instead, I'm writing it down here. I saw you at your locker the other day, that's how I know for sure that this is your locker, that I'm giving this note to the right person.
Tell me your name, beautiful boy. Tell me everything about yourself. I want to know you. You have stolen my heart. It's all yours now. I didn't believe in love at first sight before but from the first day I saw you, I started believing in it.
I want you to know how beautiful you are. I saw you the other day in the court yard. I passed by you but you didn't notice me. You didn't see me. But I saw you. I saw your eye colour for the first time. Your beautiful eyes. God. I almost fainted. Your eyes are hypnotizing. I looked into your empty eyes, that were staring into distance, but beautiful nevertheless. What's bothering you, my beautiful? Give me all your worries. I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy. I want to make you smile. I really want to see that beautiful smile on your face. I want to see those sparkling eyes again, those eyes when you genuinely laugh.
God, I feel like a stalker right now. But I swear I'm not creepy. I'm just a normal person in love with you. Normal. Huh. That's funny considering... hahaha nevermind.
I know I'm very open and straight forward in this letter. I probably seem self confident to you, but I'm not. It's just easier to say things in an anonymous letter. I'm supposed to be your secret admirer, so it make sense if I say everything that's on my mind.
I'm already yours. Now I'm just waiting for the day you'll be mine. If ever that day comes.
From, the person with blue eyes who is hopelessly in love with you. ~N♡
Ps: Here's how you can reply to me. I'll leave a plain dark green jacket in gym class. Place your letter in any of the pockets. I won't take the jacket back until we meet so that you can leave me notes or letters whenever. There will be a post it note with 'blue' written on it on the jacket for you to know that it's the one, just in case someone else has a similar one.
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Truth be told, I wasn't planning to answer you anytime soon. Or ever. I'm sorry, but this is the truth. But then I made a mistake, I told my best friend about it, his name is Jonas. And I don't know why the fuck I'm telling you his name. I guess I'm just not good at this writing thing, I don't know how to filter things out before I write them down. And now I'm too lazy to start over, so congratulations, you won Jonas' name.
I told him this was probably a prank, but then he gave me so much shit, he gave me a fucking lecture. The thing about Jonas is that he cares too much, and he loooooves giving these big speeches about oppressed people, about the poor and unfortunate. He told me I should be kind to you, that everyone is fighting a battle we know nothing about. He's a bastard.
So are you? Unfortunate? Are you fighting any battle? Well, if you like me, let me give you a heads up, you aren't the luckiest of the people, I'm literally the last person you should want to fall in love with.
And I'm not gonna lie, I still have my doubts about your letter. Is it a prank? I don't see why anyone would do something stupid like this, but people are stupid, so... If this is a prank, do me a favour and go fuck yourself, K? Do you really have all this free time? Have you ever heard of Netflix? I can recommend you some good shit: Narcos, have you ever heard about it?
But if you really are a girl with a crush on me (!), I'm sorry, just ignore the previous paragraph.
And now I'm rambling again, when all Jonas said to me was to be straightforward, so here it is: I'm sorry if you really feel like you described me, if you like me and blablabla, even if this is hard for me to believe. I'm sorry, but I'm not like this. I'm not into romance and stuff. It's just not in my blood.
Would it help you to move on if I told you some things about me? It would be a huge turn-off, I can guarantee you.
First, I'm not boyfriend material, I'm lazy, you can find me watching Narcos, eating Cheetos and playing video games most of the time. I wouldn't buy you chocolates or roses. I wouldn't call you, I'd forget to text you. Because I'm not a considerate person.
I'm not that pretty and I don't care about putting any effort into it either. I'm not that tall or that strong. Even my eyes aren't that green, they're just this strange hazel most of the time.
I'm just this so-so person.
Was it enough? Are you running to the hills, screaming? Because you should.
I'm sorry if this wasn't of any help.
And hey, I don't think it's fair for you to know my name, when you never gave me yours. You already have Jonas' one afterall. And this is what he wins for being such a pain in the ass.
Best wishes,
The master of rappingPS: I don't know why I signed it like this, I told you, I don't know how to write letters, my brain keeps leaking things that I can't really control.
PS2: I'm sure you're a nice girl, with the heart in the right place. You'll find a nice boy who you can write love letters to.