Untitled Love Letter

Untitled Love Letter

Dear Shorty Shepherd,

          I know, I know, I don’t have the right to call you shorty because you’re taller than me. But this is my letter and I’ll call whatever I want. Lalalalala~

I admit that I have this little crush thingy for you. Listen up because this might be the last time I’ll say this to you – you are really nice, cute and funny to be with.

The first time I saw you, you were picking up medals in every contest you join. I know you are freakin’ intelligent and I sometimes wonder why it took you centuries to figure out that I like you – really like you.

You told me that you have a crush on me. Well, you even told me you “love” me. That’s a big bomb that exploded right in front of me. It was like my mind is yelling that there must be some mistake or something.  But there was no mistake. You’re really there telling me all those sweet little things.

You make my heart flutter and beat faster. You even cause butterflies to fly in my stomach. You make me feel liked and cared for. And finally, you make me feel that I belong – that there is a place in this world where I am welcome.

I really like the way you make snide comments even though they are sometimes irritating. I love the way you smell and the softness of your voice.

Okay. I know I’m a little bit exaggerated here but that’s what you do to me. I tend to be a little out of my mind whenever I think of you.

My most unforgettable moment with you happened last field trip. I really felt drained, drowsy and dizzy. You let me sleep leaning on your shoulders. I really think that was so sweet of you. Thank you.

But I’m not sure about the “love” thing. I think were too young to understand what it really is. I once believed that when two people love each other, everything was going to be fine. I was wrong.

I want you to be sure of your feelings. When you tell me that you love me, I want you to mean it, not just say it for the sake of saying something. If you’re thinking that I’m saying this because of what “he” did, you’re wrong. I’m saying this because I care for you. I don’t want you to be hurt.

So when things settle down and you realize what you really feel, tell me. I’ll be there to listen and understand. If you insist that you really love me, don’t just say it - prove it.

Stay awesome, Edward.~

Yours truly,

Nymph Jean ^.^