Dear Beca,

Do you ever just… look at the stars, at the twinkling ocean, or literally anything else, and just think to yourself, I know something prettier?

You know how in tv, all that romantic shit is just, so cheesy? When the characters laugh at all of their crush’s jokes, even the super lame ones, for example. Or when they smile at them, and tell them it’ll be alright, even when everyone knows it won’t…ok, maybe that’s not cheesy, but it’s still annoying to me. (Why give them false hope?)

Well, that’s how you make me feel. And I’m sorry, I know this probably seems lame, or whatever, but… yeah.

I just really love your smile. And your laugh. But most importantly, your personality. You’re so sweet, but still funny and sarcastic at the same time. I don’t know how you do it, I always just end up insulting someone when I try to be funny. I guess that makes you smart too. You know what to say, and what not to. In general, I just think you’re a pretty cool person.

A few months ago, you really helped me out. Mr. Daniels asked me to help him carry some textbooks, but there were like 50 of them. We didn’t even know each other, but you spent your break moving those darn things from room to room with me. Do you remember that? I mean, you probably do, it wasn’t too long ago, but…

Anyway, after that, I guess I started noticing you more. I already knew who you were, we share some classes after all, but we never talked, you know?

But then, in math one day, you sat next to me! I was so surprised, by the way. Especially when you started making conversation. Remember how we almost got in trouble a few times for talking too much?

I have to ask, why did you sit next to me anyways? I mean, it doesn’t matter I guess, but, I’m just curious.

Well, anyways, I thought it would be a one time thing. But then you sat with me the next class. And the one after that, and so on, and so on. And I dunno, somewhere along the way, I got feelings for you...

I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or something. I realise that we were just becoming friends, and out of nowhere I’m telling you I like you. In a letter no less. (Dammit, why am I such a coward?)

Anyways, Beca, I um, like you. A lot, I think.

I just wanted you to know. Feel free to act as if you never read this if you want, I don’t really care. Like I said, you know now, and that’s why I’m writing this.

Sincerely,

Theo