Dear... P.S
I love you so much, with your bright blue eyes and short blonde hair.
I love everything about you. I love your braces and short term memory loss and I love the way you always sit up straight.
I love the way you have never cursed. I love the way your hands are so soft I can barely feel them. I love your smile and the way you talk to me. I love you so much.
I love the way you eat your lunch. I love the way you speak so smooth and how you always seem to be in a good mood.
My dear friend Phoebe, I love you.
Although all of this is true, I can't tell you because you are straight, but I also like girls. I love the way you always care about me. I love your innocence and I love your knowledge.
Dear Phoebe,
I love you.
Your friend.