Dear (name that must not be mentioned),
I like you a lot. My days are painfully long when you're not talking to me, smiling at me glancing at me, being my friend. I love the way you're eyes light up,the way you speak so passionately about everything, how akward and adorable and dorky you are, you're essence. I hate not knowing whether I'm good enough or not. My heart goes from severely depressed, to completely exuberant. I like you, so would you just tell me how you feel about me so I don't have to keep guessing, wasting my time, falling more in love/like every day, and get on with my life?
Sincerely,
Me being me.
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