Letter #8

08/14/2011

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Dear Alex,
        You are my secret keeper, yet you are another secret of mine. You help me bring out my natural beauty. I don't need to have shiny eyelids or rosy cheeks, I can just be who I am. I trust you. I trust you with my heart, so be careful with it, okay? Because if I had your heart, I would treat it better than my own. So I trust you.. And mabye someday you'll trust me.. 
                Love, 
                        <3
 
 
Dear Alexander,    
    Even though it's November, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the mini amusementarkk by th science center. You know the one called FunForest? I want to ride the ferris wheel, if that's okay with you. I know it sounds cheesy and stupid, but that's always been my dream date, going on rides at an amusement park, and a final ride on the ferris wheel. Nice a slow, taking in the scenery, not worrying about going through life too fast or missing anything that goes by in our lives. And you and I holding hands. I'm sorry, is that too cheesy for you? Yeah.. That sounds kind of stupid. 
    Love,
        Natalie
 
 
Dear Alexander, 
        Remember that one time in Science. When I turned around, and you were sitting right behind me, and you looked me straight in the eye with the cutest little look on your face. I remember that all that seemed to some from me was a gasp and "I-- I...I-I... I um.." I was going to ask you a quesiton about our Science homework, because Maggie was sick, so no one was beside me, but that idea crashed and burned the moment I locked eyes with you. 
        I don't know why or how I remember that moment so well, I just know that I do. Sometimes it gets stuck in my head, which baffles me, because it's really just a stupid memory. I know it's stupid, but just remember: I lyke you.
        Love,
                <3
 
 
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. 
                Love,
                    <3
 

Letter #4

03/13/2011

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Dear Alexander, 
        You've done it. You've taken everything and have left me with nothing. I'm just bare and lame. You have my heart, soul, thoughts, eyes, ears, everything. How do you do it? No one seems to understand these feelings I have, so I have given up on telling others about it. That's why I write, cos I just can't seem to litterally get it out for others to hear. I hope you understand. Maybe you're the only one. Just our little secret. 
            Love, 
                <3
 
 
Dear Alexander,
        I won't say I'm in love with you because that would just be stupid and silly.  I'm just 13. But I do want to promise you this: You will always have a place in my heart. That place in my heart may fade, but it will never go away. It will alwyays be there. I promise. 
                    Love, 
                            <3
 

Letter #2

02/27/2011

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Dear Alexander,
        I've fallen for you, I am in lyke with you. You're more handsome than any one I've met. And I've liked you since I met you. And I know, it's stupid, "loserish", lame, and just plain sad; but I just cannot help myself. I cannot get you out of my head, and believe me, I've tried many times, too many times. So I surrender, go ahead, take me heart. I don't really care any more. I'm just a lame object that is invisible.
            Love,
                   <3
 
 
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Dear Alexander, 
        You just don't know how many times I cried for you, smiled for you, have been left broken hearted by you. I wish you could understand, and I wish I could too. But it never happened, and let's be honest, it never will. My tears, my heart, my smiles, they're all just not good enough for you...
                    Love,
                            <3
P.S. 
    I see you in the halls, and look away. You've stolen my heart, you've stolen my dignity. I lyke you...
 

    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.

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