dear peter,
i'm trying to find a way to your heart, but i don't even know where to start. do you happen to have a map?
this is probably silly because you don't know me, and i don't know you. you're just a cute boy that i see most days during math class, and sometimes in the hallways. i've never really spoken to you before. i doubt you even know my name. yet i still have this giant, hopeless crush on you.
i know that at the moment you're single; you don't have a girlfriend. i know that i like everything that i've noticed about you so far. i just don't know why you would ever notice me, the little red haired girl who sits in the front row, knows all the answers, and is always turning around to "check the time".
maybe there is a small chance that this could turn into something. but it probably will never be anything but a hopeless, one-sided crush. but maybe, just maybe it'll be a two-sided crush. maybe, just maybe we'll be something.
who knows, maybe you'll be my prom date.
i'd say yes if you asked me.
just saying.
love,
♡ wendy x
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dear peter. ♡
Short Storyletters to the boy she admires from afar. --- he would come into her math class every day, and she would find herself noticing him a little more every day. {lowercase intended} highest ranking: #339 in short story //and don't forget to read the com...
