Hey, just to let you all know, this is my first time writing, and I'm having a blast doing so. For me, it's difficult to put down everything I feel, and it's hard to convey everything I'd like to.
Background
This little letter, I guess you would call, is to a friend of mine. We met in a few years back, and it's now Junior year, and I feel like I should tell you my feelings. Though I can't tell you in person, and how I would love to have the courage to tell you, this is the next best thing I can do. It's centered around my friend and I, and our names, in the story anyways, are David and Hiram, respectively.
Since the first day I've known you, I felt like we could be friends. It seemed so easy.
After we had lunch together for the first time. After I would occasionally watch you undress, and see your perfect body. It was the greatest time I've had in my life, being around you. We could tell each other anything. You even did just that. You told me things you never told anyone else. We would spend hours talking.
We would wrestle on your trampoline. We'd play ping-pong in front of your garage. We'd spend a lot of time together. And the pace at which it happened is astonishing to me. Now that I look back on most of it, I can't help but feel that it just wasn't long enough. Having your body close to me. Holding your rough, yet smooth hand, though not for reasons I wanted, felt great. Being near you made me a happier person. It made me feel like I could be something.
But now, it's as if you don't even know me. It's like we never existed to each other. And the thought of not being able to be around you sometimes is just awful. I feel like you feel the same way, yet you don't want to show it. I feel that you're restricted by what others will think of you.
Out of the primary public eye, you acknowledge me. You even tried to flag me down when you were behind me in the local Bojangles Line. And the white, gorgeous smile you gave once I did finally see you. That was heaven for me. That made me the happiest I've been in a while.
And the thing I wanted to tell you, "David" is that I love you.
I love you.
You may not feel the same way, and I might be going crazy, but I can't help but feel this way.
My only wish is that you would tell me what you feel. Even if it means heartbreak, I just want to know.
I want to see, and be the cause of, your perfect smile, once more. I want to be near you, and be with you.
If only you knew. If only I had the courage to tell you. This is "letter" is one way to do it, but it only goes so far. If you're reading this by chance, I just want to be close again. I want you to remember that I wouldn't trade what our relationship was for anything.
I love you.
Background
This little letter, I guess you would call, is to a friend of mine. We met in a few years back, and it's now Junior year, and I feel like I should tell you my feelings. Though I can't tell you in person, and how I would love to have the courage to tell you, this is the next best thing I can do. It's centered around my friend and I, and our names, in the story anyways, are David and Hiram, respectively.
Since the first day I've known you, I felt like we could be friends. It seemed so easy.
After we had lunch together for the first time. After I would occasionally watch you undress, and see your perfect body. It was the greatest time I've had in my life, being around you. We could tell each other anything. You even did just that. You told me things you never told anyone else. We would spend hours talking.
We would wrestle on your trampoline. We'd play ping-pong in front of your garage. We'd spend a lot of time together. And the pace at which it happened is astonishing to me. Now that I look back on most of it, I can't help but feel that it just wasn't long enough. Having your body close to me. Holding your rough, yet smooth hand, though not for reasons I wanted, felt great. Being near you made me a happier person. It made me feel like I could be something.
But now, it's as if you don't even know me. It's like we never existed to each other. And the thought of not being able to be around you sometimes is just awful. I feel like you feel the same way, yet you don't want to show it. I feel that you're restricted by what others will think of you.
Out of the primary public eye, you acknowledge me. You even tried to flag me down when you were behind me in the local Bojangles Line. And the white, gorgeous smile you gave once I did finally see you. That was heaven for me. That made me the happiest I've been in a while.
And the thing I wanted to tell you, "David" is that I love you.
I love you.
You may not feel the same way, and I might be going crazy, but I can't help but feel this way.
My only wish is that you would tell me what you feel. Even if it means heartbreak, I just want to know.
I want to see, and be the cause of, your perfect smile, once more. I want to be near you, and be with you.
If only you knew. If only I had the courage to tell you. This is "letter" is one way to do it, but it only goes so far. If you're reading this by chance, I just want to be close again. I want you to remember that I wouldn't trade what our relationship was for anything.
I love you.

