This is the first letter I'll type but never send and it's to you. I got the title idea from Laura as she drove me home from your party, and we talked about how much I wish me and you were together. And then I told her I wanted to create a blog where I write letters to people and tell them the things I cannot say. I think she interpreted it as that I'm planning on writing hate letters to people and so the title "you know who you are" is supposed to be a bit menacing. It's not though.
I know that you're a really nice guy, and maybe you're just that nice to everyone but I'm not sure. I just see you look over at me and for some reason I always feel special when you do. And that's just when you look at me. And I get butterflies every time you reach out and touch me. Maybe you do that to everyone. Maybe you put butterflies in everyone's stomachs that fly through your fingertips as you make contact with their skin.
But I would like to think that it's just me.
Sometimes I try to forget how much I like you. Sometimes I actually do forget. But then you reach out and pat me on the back or smile at me and the feeling in my stomach reminds me.
I know that you have her already, and that you love her. I trust that you wouldn't spend so much time on someone who doesn't deserve it, so good for you for finding someone good and worth your time and who you like.
Unfortunately for me I'll be waiting in choir every day for a freak twist of fate where you ask me to prom. I guess I'm writing this so that you know that I'm there for you and I wish you would know that. Even though she's already there for you.
Now that I've said that, I don't know what else to say except for this: the fact that I speak Arabic is interesting, but while we're talking about how great I am, I can also do a back flip.
Love,
Hayley
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