Dear John,
I don't know if it was your gorgeous smile, or the scent of your 'Axe' cologne, or how you're so laid back and have no care in the world for girls at this moment in life . . . I have completely fallen for you.
I see other girls like Mariah try and make you like her, and I see how you treat other girls. But you treat me different. I love your smile because you say I'm the only one who makes you smile. You treat me as a person, you save me seats at lunch, you act so caring, and you know how to treat a girl.
There will always be rumors, there will always be jealousy. But the truth is, those rumors are true and I have feelings for you. I hate how you say you don't like me the way I like you, and that you only see me as a friend. Although I may not tell you I like you, and deny all the rumors, I only do because you do.
John, you mean the world to me. I love everything about you. I love your deep thoughts on things, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you tell me, "You're cool as long as you don't be like those girls," the way you want to be around me, the way you treat me. John, how could you not like me?
I feel as if . . . if I ever told you I liked you, you'd think of me like those other girls - the "boy crazy" girls. I can't help but think that maybe I am just like those other girls . . . but I'm just lucky enough to know you.
Maybe you feel the way I do, I don't know. But I do hope that one day you admit you do . . . because I'm too scared to tell.
