hopes and dreams

letter four.

dear zach,

ninth period social studies is the only class i look forward to each day. mainly because we have it together.

even though you sit on the other side of the room, i still have a semi-good view of you. your bushy brunet hair, your key lock chains, your baggy shirts, it all seems too good to be true.

today i noticed something different, although. your eyes were glued to my body; your gorgeous brown eyes constantly trailing up and down.

i didn't know at all of what to do. you make me so nervous.

at the end of the period, the teacher always gives us some time before the bell to do whatever we wanted. and in that time, you started to stroll towards my desk.

my body stayed frozen. the little confidence i have seemed to shrivel up and disappear.

"i see you staring at me all the time, cutie," you said into my ear, making my lungs close and my breathing pace quicken.

i was too scared to even look you in the eyes.

"pick your head up, baby boy. everyone deserves to see your pretty smile."

i picked my head up confidently and gave you the biggest smile i could.

i will never forget today.

from, jack.