I want to give you a letter. A letter that will tell you the truth. A letter so I won’t be forgotten. A stupidly cliche love letter. I don’t expect a response other than moving away from me in class and avoiding me, but that doesn’t change anything. I want to gift you a letter, written in pure black ink on a piece of thick off-white paper. I want to give you a letter that mentions your dark brown eyes that look like deep pools of honey in sunlight, your smile which can melt someones’ heart with one glance. You’re so dangerous so why in the world do I keep wanting to suffer? You are so dangerous yet stunning, you’re the worst yet the absolute best thing thats’ happened to me. What’s with you? What’s with me?