to him.

1;

Dear, You.

I saw you for the very first time today. You first moved to my school and you looked beautiful.

The sun was shining, making your hair shine too and your eyes sparkled. I liked how awkward you looked, standing by the front gate with your bag behind your back.

A couple guys approached you and said hi, you looked happy to have some people talking to you.

You look like the kind of person who had alot of friends from wherever you lived before moving here.

Were you a jock?

Were you part of a math club?

Were you popular?

Did you get girls like most guys do?

Or do you prefer guys?

So many questions to ask you... but I can't speak to you or anyone. I can't.

No matter how good you look and how badly I want to talk to you, I can't.

I wish I could.

From, Me.