to him.

14;

Dear, You.

I've taken up reading books. It's weird that I find myself loving to read as I never thought that would ever happen. I tend to avoid books and don't read in my freetime.

But since I've been writing alot, to you, I thought that I might as well take up some sort of activity.

Even if it's reading.

I know that this isn't the most interesting of letters to have written to you but just remember, you're never going to see them anyways. So I might as well just write about anything remotely interesting.

I found this odd book in my mum's bookshelf, she put it farther up than the others and I decided that since I am taller than her, it would be quite easy to get it. Y'know, rather than bending down and possibly splitting my pants, I'll just grab the book closer to my head.

It's called 'The Book Thief.'

Its odd, but I like it.

Anyways, since its the weekend, nothing much is happening and you're probably sick, like usual.

So I'll end it here without embarrassing myself with some dumb and creepy pickup line or something.

From, Me.