This week's Pieces Of You topic:
-Secret Admirer-

Have you ever liked someone so much, but because of circumstances could never let them know? Maybe you are too shy. Maybe, it seemed, the two of you are from different worlds and the idea of being together seem irrational. Or maybe it was peer pressure or social expectations that kept you from what might have been true love.
If you had the chance to write this person a love letter, what would you say?

Dear Joe,
You are likely thinking whoever sent you this letter is weird, but you will never guess how many times I have typed this letter and still I cannot get it just right. It's very possible, though, that you'll probably never get it.

Who's writing this letter, you ask? Well... that part I am alittle hesitant to say. I worry that you'll laugh in my face, rip it up, then run to tell your friends. The next thing I know, it's all around the school. And I, as usual, am the laugh of the student body. But I'm going to tell you anyway. What would be the use of this letter if you don't know who I am? It's me, Katie. The quiet, almost non-existing girl in your art class last semester. And this semester I purposly sat beside you in Travel And Tourism. You really don't know how glad I was when Jaz sat infront of you. I was hoping to get to know you through her.

I feel like ripping up this letter right now, myself, that way it would save you the time and energy. But please, if I do get the courage to give you this letter, at least read it all through.

I just wanted to take this time to let you know, I love your eyes and your smile. Everytime I see them they seem to make all the cluttered thoughts in my mind evaporate. It's amazing how that works.

The other day, when Jaz asked me what the assembly was about, because you asked her- and you turned around too look at me while I answered, I couldn't even bare to look at you- from the thought of embarrassing myself, instead I looked right at Jaz. The thought of being rejected scares me- even more than the thought of being alone(but both are as equally as hard to handle).

I really don't have too much of a point to this letter. But there is a point. Everytime I see you, my hope sores, that maybe one day you'll like me as much as I like you. But please, be kind. If I have no reason to hope, tell me now.

I don't want to take up too much of your time, and already I feel like redoing this letter. I can never get it right. I may never get this too you, but please, if nothing else, keep smiling.

Katie

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