to him.

10;

Dear, You.

I noticed you were out of school today, I think you were sick with the flu or something. But nobody was that worried.

I'm a little worried about you to be honest here.

If we were together, I would bring you some soup. I can't cook, but how hard could it be?

I mean, you just empty the can into a bowl and put it into the microwave for a minute or something. That's all I really know.

But you'll hopefully be better by tomorrow, so that'll be good.

I'll get to see your face again as it shines in the sun. Unless it rains tomorrow, that'll be a little sad if it does.

But I could imagine rain drops falling down your perfect face as you shake your hair.

Fuck... that was creepy again.

I'm sorry.

From, Me.