letters to crushes.

I wrote this fabulously long and fairly boring post about my entire weekend. About staying out late and meeting new friends and finally making it to 4 miles.

And then I stumbled across this website, and I realized sometimes less is more. And sometimes people just want to believe in love. {And I think this is a better way to end the lovely weekend than 500 words on Mormon bonfires.}

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boy,
i was thinking this summer that maybe we could fall in love. you interested?
— girl

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Dear Self,

You’re going to be fine.

Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want. (Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.

The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.

You will, and you know it.

In the meantime, keep smiling.

Love,
Self

***

boy,

A. best friend.
B. crush.
C. girlfriend.

I want to be your “D,” your “all of the above.”

— girl

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el-a,
it’s vaguely humorous that all the while you’re sinking in loneliness, here i am unable to quit wondering about you. i wish you knew someone out there notices your efforts to be a decent human being. you’re all sorts of wonderful.
— sirry rabbit

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Tomorrow marks the last day of real freedom for the next 4 months.

Here.Goes.Nothing.