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Summary

This is a 3 chapter story about an introverted teenager who falls in love with one of their classmates. Throught letters they express their emotions, witch may be relatable to you. In the story I don't specify much about the appearance of the characters, so It leaves space for imagination. This story is short, and the way the character writes is not professional, since they are just a teenager. The story is written primarily for teens and can be a little bit sad, but there isn't ANY disturbing image, so younger audiences can read it too.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

1st Letter

Letter1:

Hi :)

It's been 3 months since school started, and 3 months since I can't stop staring at you.

I see you three times a week, cause we share phisics and math class, both are of my favourite subjects, (althought I'ts probably because you are in them).

I know I may sound creppy, and you'll probably think I am a stalket of some kind, I promise I'm not, I'm just in love. I ponder I'm in love, because I can't think of anything besides your dark deeps eyes and rusty voice; those are some of the requirements of being in love, right? I guess.

I wish I was attractive enough to stand up ans say all these things face to face, or even brave enough to write my name in this letter, but I'm not. So, I'm writing this and hoping you will somehow recognize me and write me back, although I'm the least extroverted human in our 43-person class, so the odds of you perceiving who I am are low.

I'ts weird, right? That I wouldn't dare say a word in cladd, but in my mind I bouild 70-word sentences every minute. I love to write, although as you can see, I'm not the best writer. Maybe if I re-read what I just wrote or took some time to write instead of rushing through the words, I'd be better. I don't know. What I do am aware of is that if you read this letter as fast as you can, then you'll may be close to understanding tha way my mind operates. Anyway, this letter is not meant for you to comprehend the way thoughts dance in my head. Or maybe it is? I don't know. I actually know nothing, I am not sure of anything in this word.

I guess I'll write another letter, but I won't assure you. Maybe you'll receive another one next week, maybe next year, maybe never. Expect nothing and you won't be disappointed, that's my life motto.


I like you. Bye.