Dear Stranger Boy,
We meet again. And by "meet" I mean I see you again. Sitting alone. Are you waiting for someone? Can I nonchalantly come by and say hello? Your presence intrigues me. I wonder. Is it because you look cute? I think you would be cuter if you smiled more. Why are you always looking down?
I don't want to approach you in fear of how I might mess up with my words. Or maybe you wouldn't like me. You might think of me as weird. I wouldn't want that.
Maybe it's just better for me to admire you from afar.
YOU ARE READING
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Romancethe stages of developing an unrequited love in the form of short letters never to be sent
