[may 14th 2019]
Dear Grey,
I'm not quite sure why I keep writing letters, apart from because it's for an english assignment.
I'm starting to find that I actually quite like writing them. Or maybe I just like finding subtle ways to tell you I love you rather than actually asking you out.
Maybe I'm only doing this because I'm too afraid to talk to you in person. Which I am. I would never confess my feelings for you.
You would only mock me.
"Hey." You say, trying to catch my attention.
"Hi." I reply.
"Could you swing by my house tomorrow? To work on the project?" I examine your features as you talk, like a beautiful sculpture, I want nothing more than to stare at you and admire you for eternity, examining every detail that was so meticulously carved in stone.
I nod. "Of course."
You write the address down on a piece of paper, then leave, but it is regardless still one of my happiest moments.
I still love you. And tomorrow may just be the perfect chance to tell you,
but still, I'm hesitant.
I don't know what else to say, Grey.
YOU ARE READING
Grey
Teen FictionIn which two boys paired up for an English project unknowingly write love stories about each other and share ideas.
