Dear Alexander,
        I think of you all the time. I think of you even whan I don't want to. And the sad part, is that I'm sure that you haven't even thought about me once. 
        I get it, you don't lyke me; you don't care. But sometimes I just wish that you would think of me the way that I do. In fact, I wish that a lot. I wish it evey night at 11:11. You see? I wouldn't be writing this if I didn't have a dream, a crush, a "lyke." But I am, and I do. 


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    Dear Alex...

    *A Little Background*
    When I was in Middle school, I was irrevocably in "lyke" with a boy named Alexander. And he was cute, and funny, and handsome; but payed no attention to me, so instead, I wrote him love letters.
    So, every Sunday, I will post a new letter. I'll start from the beginning, and work my way to the present. Enjoy!
    PS: "lyke" was a word I used for young love. And this is not actually happening at this moment, it's from the past, when I was 12 - 14.


    August 2011
    July 2011
    March 2011
    February 2011