Dear A,
You asked me when I started liking you. So here's my answer.
I started liking you the moment I saw you. The way you looked at me as I walked into the room. The way you asked D- to introduce us. The way you looked in that white shirt of yours.
I started liking you the moment I saw you.
But I thought nothing of it. I didn't want to listen to my own thoughts because I felt that my dreams mattered more.
To compound the matter, my friends told me that you were creepy, weird, arrogant and distasteful. I stopped myself then. No more.
Then you started talking to me.
And you weren't like that at all. You were nice, sweet, funny. People kept saying stuff about you. Stuff that I thought was bad and horrible. For example, remember that time? when you said that thing? that made that person kinda upset? I'm getting off topic. But my point is.
I liked you anyway.
Once you started talking to me, that was it. 5 days later, I told you. It wasn't supposed to come out that way. All rushed, and clumsy. I wanted to tell you in person but I didn't know how. Seeing you made my voice freeze.
5 days, that's all it took. 5 days for me to fall for you. But i've gotta say, out of all the boys i've liked and dated, you're the one I fell for the most. Hell, I fell for you hard. Hell, I don't even know if I can get up again.
My point you're asking? I like you A. I really do.
Love,
K
