Dear Stranger Boy,
I saw you hang up a flyer for Key Club. Your club must be searching for new members. Do you mind if I join?
The more I have started thinking about you, the more I notice you everywhere I go. So I have seen you. You're easy to spot in a crowd. I could recognize that bright blue and red backpack anywhere. And wherever you go, you're always looking down; never smiling. Can I be your friend? Can I be the one to make you smile? But no, I must keep to myself. We have no connection, I will never find a way to talk to you.
Why are you so constantly in my mind?
YOU ARE READING
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Romancethe stages of developing an unrequited love in the form of short letters never to be sent
