The things I remember about you are starting to feel like a dream.

It's been that long.

I really, really miss you.

Take this as a sign. Tell her on monday. She likes you A LOT.

Please?

hey,

i never stopped loving you..

i just stopped showing it...

:'(

I have found myself a boy who thinks my awkwardness is cute.

I cannot say this has improved my awkwardness whatsoever,
in fact... it has doubled it.

I find myself falling, and blushing, and never knowing what to say
but that's okay,
because he finds it cute.

I don't love you; I barely know you. But I'm fascinated by your potential. 

sadgirl,

let me be your big spoon. no more, no less.

— sadboy

I want to find out who you are behind that smile of yours. I want to push away your hand that's covering your face, and hold it tight. I want to run my fingers through you hair, and see the blush creep onto your face. I want to be there when you spill your feelings, your thoughts, your opinions.

I'm not saying I like you. But then again, I am on this site, writing a "letter to a crush." 

-Shrug-

I want to get to know you. 

I did it. When we talked about where we were going this summer and you told me you were going to miss me. I did it. I slowly leaned towards you. I felt your breath against my forehead. I kissed you. You kissed me back. We stood there, kissing, for a really long time. 

I love you, I'm glad I did it!

To the girl at the table near the back of the library -

I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I'd never read anything that moved me that much.

I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried - just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you're reading.

That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.

I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you'd smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine.

One of these days, I'll work up the courage and I'll ask you about what you're reading. And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them.

Love, the boy a few tables away from yours

Every time someone adds a little heart on one of my post I always wonder if one of them is from you.