This isn't a letter to a crush, but this is a letter to the guy that could've been.
During my senior year of high school, I left the small town I've loved and known all my life to a city that's busy and bustling, to a school that's huge and intimidating. For the first time in my life I was the new girl, but things didn't play out the way I wanted.
I hardly made friends, people thought I was too weird to talk to, and as a result I would spend almost all of my lunches eating alone. Sometimes I even found myself sitting in the bathroom just to waste some time before my next class.
As the school year went by, there was always one thing I HATED the most: being alone, in public, before my last class. I would sit outside, alone, and eat lunch. Sometimes I'd even bring a book to "read" just so I wouldn't have to see everyone else with their friends and feel even worse about myself. Even the friends I did have would see me and just walk past me.
One day, I spotted him. He was with his group of guy friends just joking around. I quickly looked down at my book and felt embarrassed to be sitting alone. Soon, I noticed someone sitting beside me and it was him. He came and he brought along all his friends. And even though he could've just sat down, said hi, and turn back to his friends, he talked with me instead. That moment changed my life. And so did he.
So to you, guy that made my heart so happy I could cry, thank you for simply being kind enough to look past your popularity and my oddity, and thank you for coming to sit and talk to me. You have a beautiful heart.
And maybe we could've been more, but what you gave me was more than enough. I hope you never forget what you did for me because I never will. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.