Listen. I need you to know this. I know I’m not super attractive like just about everyone else you interact with. I’m not thin or beautiful or sexy in any way, shape, or form. But I’ve spent a lot of time with you this year and I think you’re REALLY cute. From what I understand you’re crazy smart, and honestly, you’re pretty funny too. Your entire personality is just really cute. You’ve got a great drive. You catch onto new concepts easily. And I’m really pissed at myself that I never even tried.

Were you flirting with me? Or are we both just slightly awkward? Did you know I liked you? Are you aware that I’d still love to know what’s it would be like to kiss you? To have my hands in that gorgeous hair and your voice in my ear, just once?

It’s not like you died or anything. You just graduated. You live 10 minutes from my school. You’re a single Facebook message away. But I’m a wimp. An ugly little wimp. I have no self-esteem and zero confidence.

I like you. I really, really like you. And I really hope that I run into you some day and we just click. I promise I won’t wimp out next time. I just don’t want to miss my chance.

And I really want a chance.