Stop toying with my emotions. You're saying you're straight, now, but no one believes you. We all know you crushed on Senior. Besides, do you really think you can strip girls as hot as Junior down to barely nothing during play-wrestling fights, and then laugh it off like it's nothing? You said I creeped you out, you said my feelings made it awkward. Two days before, you were letting me lie with my head on your chest, playing with my fingers, playing with my hair. I guess you were playing with my heart too. Now the hugs are too short, the glances are too uncomfortable. With Senior, your focus is on her. With Junior, so are your hands. I'm sorry, but you're just not straight. The sooner you figure that out, the better. Maybe we could be happy. Maybe we could be perfect. I know you're scared, scared of me, scared of the school's reaction, scared of yourself. But I'd be there for you, every step of the way, every second. You'd always have someone to turn to, no matter what. You'd have love, you'd have fun. Can't you want that? Don't you want that? Please, Soph. I need you, I need this. Give me a chance, I swear I won't let you down. The days you don't talk to me, I don't talk to anyone. The days you do, I worry about how long it will last.
Far too much yours,