[ WP ] It is the summer after seventh grade . Write a love letter to the girl/guy you crushed on during the school year .

Dear Adri, 
 
 This letter comes from a friend you had *and still have*. Sorry if the placement of this letter might have freaked you out as if it could have been some ransom note, heh. I PROMISE IT IS NOT. Just... read ahead, pls? 
 
 I know that you're not going to be in school for the last few days before summer vacation, and well it seems pretty clear that I might not really... ever see or talk with you ever again, so I decided that I would write to you this letter in the effort to communicate how much importance I realized you had in helping me; and well, I want to mention other things too. 
 Okay. *breathes then exhales ~~and then contemplates if writing down my physical actions were necessary.......meh~~* 
 
 Firstly, this letter comes to you from Juan and is not intended to be a straightforward love letter, heck, or even a love letter at all, but I do still think and have thought that you were always ~~hot~~ pretty. So, I repeat, this is from Juan- you know, the guy who sat across from you half the year and never dove into any deeper conversation than, `` Hey,'' every now and again? I know that we talked a bit whenever we had to do a group assignment together with the rest of the table but rarely did I ever get to speak with you alone about something not related to school. This is where I have regret. It was only until you told Alyssa that you were leaving before school ended that I realized how much I wanted to spend time with you. 
 
 Every other boy in our grade is always glorifying some supposed `` pretty girl'' and then moving onto the next one out of bordeom in some fantasy-fueled cycle of `` getting with them.'' I observed that this happened so much so that I became disgusted with the idea, but not only with them, but in the end, myself. I guess what I am trying to say is that I thought and still think that you are pretty and are destined to be a really beautiful woman one day. This thought however made me hate myself because I ultimately became one of those boys I hated by having these fantasies of you just standing there beside me as a statuesque vanity piece for however long I remained interested in you. Ugh... Now, what I really want to say is that I do n't want you to only be that pretty girl devoid of your human element. I noticed that you're smart, have dreams of traveling, are good at math, love piano, and are just a human I wish I could spend time with. ( Plus, you killed that advanced algebra test everyone else had trouble with. ) This is why I am writing this letter, so that you not only know what I thought about you, but to help me remember what I learned from you. 
 
 But wait, girls are humans? Why I never... Yeah, this idea is stupid, but I guess this idea was me until I met you, but anyways... You're presence, or maybe inevitable lack of it, had me become really motivated because I figured that since you had all these goals ahead of you ( and were destined for great things, ) it made me want to be as successful as you might become. With the aid of this success I plan on one day meeting you along the lines towards your goals. Moreover, when I meet you I want be proud that I matched my ideal that you helped set. 
 
 Heck, even writing this was an accomplishment for me, and I'm sure that this will help me become successful! I did n't even think of writing this letter until I got a text from my dad saying that I had to go buy 2 % milk. Not that you remind me of 2 % milk, but as I was wating in line at the store the combination of overpriced ice cream and overly time-consuming old people at the register just happened to spark inspiration. We can like, write things down on paper instead of typing words onto bright rectangles! I'm slow on these simple things so bear with me... 
 
 Lastly, I want to say that I kind of love you but I think that saying *love* would trivialize the word *love* because it used too often to describe something really vague no one ever seems to question the validity of. Nawmsayin? So, let's say this then, In conclusion, if love existed on a continuum, for that stretch of continuum I would rate myself as loving you at the 40 % mark. This would mean that I adore you for the person you are and I hope will become- something great or decent? I do n't know. I guess I'll try my best and you'll do whatever you want for you. 
 
 Meet you halfway, 
 Juan
