letter

a letter, indeed.

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this morning in my inbox i found this lovely little message from my old friend, sam.


Dear Meg Fee,

Do not become an adult. I repeat, do not become an adult. I can tell you that I take my hat off (when I wear one) before I sit down at the dinner table. Heck, once I enter a building.
But I am not an adult, simply, I perform actions that fool the world into thinking I am an adult, when truly - I am not.

At somepoint I'd like to get coffee with you and see if you still dream of the woods of new england.

Love,

Sam





it was in response to this. 

i copied it into my notebook because it tickled me to no end. and, because i think he might just be right.



sam was one of the first guys i ever fell really, really hard for (i was just entering high school). and maybe the only one i ever fought with another girl over. 

that being said, new england woods...i don't know what he's talking about...

dear crush,

in , ,





Dear Crush,


If you think I don't know your name. If I don't say hello or goodbye. If my eyes dart to the floor every time you look in my direction. If I scowl or pretend to ignore you. If I act like I'm much too good. If you wonder why I'm friendly and charming with everyone but you...it's because I like you. It's because my whole body gets warm when I see you. It's because I'm actually shy. It's because you've missed the countless sidelong glances I've thrown in your direction. And because I am completely terrified that if our eyes were to ever meet, it would all be over--that in that instant I would unwittingly confess to the thousands of little lies that kept you from knowing just how hard I might (and maybe want) to fall for you. 

signed,
the girl you think has a crush on your friend.


image found at ffffoun (of course).