To All the Boys I've Loved Before - Letter 2
Dear Number 2,
A crush I have barely interacted with, so I'm not actually sure if my feelings for you are true. At the moment I am sitting directly across from you on your right side, and you're talking to ___ about your 4 and a half hour long study session. I wouldn't believe anyone in our year could actually take this studying thing seriously, so it turns out you're impressed me quite a bit. I've heard about your devotion to running, and if you were any other person I would be discouraged to have an interest in you, but because some magical force of nature made me fall for you I find that tolerable. I actually embrace it. Perhaps that would make me motivated to be fit for once.
You're attractive. You with your pale skin, almond-shaped eyes, auburn hair covering a side of your forehead... I can't help but take little peeks of your face and stare until you look back at me. That's the moment when I divert my gaze and turn my head around in attempt to make it seem like I wasn't staring at you. We both know that never works. I can feel the ray of your eyes casting a beam toward my way. At the end of one form time we approached the door at the same time, and in my peripheral vision I saw you take a look at me as though you were about to talk to me. I wish you could've. I'm hopeless in terms of starting conversations with guys. But I can't blame you. We're not in any classes together, nor know each other well enough to talk about similar interests.
The only interaction we've had with each other that actually involved verbal language was at year 12 camp. Before we started kayaking we had a little activity where our class would be in a circle holding our paddles and move in whatever direction was called out. For some strange reason I would always end up holding two paddles. I would question it out loud every time, and at one point you commented on it, but I can't remember exactly what you said because it was a whole term ago, but what I remember after you said it I giggled. That was the first interaction we had. We had a little hiatus in terms of subtle interactions until recently when I caught myself falling for you.
I'm willing to know more about you, Number 2. Next time I catch either you or myself looking at me, hopefully I'll be inspired to say hi. Hopefully that will evolve into something a little bit more. Perhaps a friendship? Maybe we could study together, even.
See you around,
Marian
A crush I have barely interacted with, so I'm not actually sure if my feelings for you are true. At the moment I am sitting directly across from you on your right side, and you're talking to ___ about your 4 and a half hour long study session. I wouldn't believe anyone in our year could actually take this studying thing seriously, so it turns out you're impressed me quite a bit. I've heard about your devotion to running, and if you were any other person I would be discouraged to have an interest in you, but because some magical force of nature made me fall for you I find that tolerable. I actually embrace it. Perhaps that would make me motivated to be fit for once.
You're attractive. You with your pale skin, almond-shaped eyes, auburn hair covering a side of your forehead... I can't help but take little peeks of your face and stare until you look back at me. That's the moment when I divert my gaze and turn my head around in attempt to make it seem like I wasn't staring at you. We both know that never works. I can feel the ray of your eyes casting a beam toward my way. At the end of one form time we approached the door at the same time, and in my peripheral vision I saw you take a look at me as though you were about to talk to me. I wish you could've. I'm hopeless in terms of starting conversations with guys. But I can't blame you. We're not in any classes together, nor know each other well enough to talk about similar interests.
The only interaction we've had with each other that actually involved verbal language was at year 12 camp. Before we started kayaking we had a little activity where our class would be in a circle holding our paddles and move in whatever direction was called out. For some strange reason I would always end up holding two paddles. I would question it out loud every time, and at one point you commented on it, but I can't remember exactly what you said because it was a whole term ago, but what I remember after you said it I giggled. That was the first interaction we had. We had a little hiatus in terms of subtle interactions until recently when I caught myself falling for you.
I'm willing to know more about you, Number 2. Next time I catch either you or myself looking at me, hopefully I'll be inspired to say hi. Hopefully that will evolve into something a little bit more. Perhaps a friendship? Maybe we could study together, even.
See you around,
Marian
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