Lee,
I hope my letter finds you well. I hope every day greets you with the same careful consideration you give the world.
There's a pocket in your bag filled with carefully folded candy wrappers. I don't know if it's because you need something to do with your hands or just your hatred of littering. Someday I'd like to ask you which it is.
There're a thousand questions I'd like to ask. I want to know you. Not just know about you but truly, deeply know you.
That makes me sound kinda stalker-y doesn't it? I promise I'm not like digging through your trash or reading your journals, we just happen to share some classes.
I'm sorry for all the secrecy. I just need more time.
Each day I delay you become more and more beautiful… and even further from my reach.
All I ask is to take up a fraction of your thoughts.
Sincerely, Yours
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