Happy anniversary, letter.
[I already posted this: http://fsquaredfrncnm.tumblr.com/post/8644129887/]
I have no guts to tell you this but I’m telling you anyway. I know for a fact that you don’t like it when someone confesses to you because it makes things weird. I know for a fact that you really like someone very much and we all know who that is. But despite those two facts given, I just want you to know that I like you—love you, even. I’m not telling you this because I want you to like me back or whatever. I just want you to know what I feel about you. I’ve never felt this before and it feels pretty odd but real at the same time. I don’t want things to get awkward between us, so after seeing this, I hope that you either forget about this, or respond if you need to. I just don’t want to leave things unsaid and regret things afterwards. I say this all the time and it always makes perfect sense to me. I don’t want you to leave without you knowing because I know I would regret it.
