Dear Stranger Boy,
Here I am, joining your club. How can I be so intrigued by you, never stop thinking about you, and yet still don't know your name? Or how old you are? We have never made eye contact, though I catch myself staring at you whenever you're here. Am I treating this strange feeling correctly, or am I making it worse? I see you after school, when I'm in my robotics club and you're working on your engineering project. You look so concentrated. You must be working very hard. I can't help but watch you work so diligently. I now get distracted while I'm in robotics.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to XXXXXX
Romancethe stages of developing an unrequited love in the form of short letters never to be sent
