Dear Crush,

This is going to sound stupid. You kind of hurt my feelings, but after talking to several friends about it I realized that I was being really petty. I wanted to take the first steps to get closer to you since I realized that you'd never actually notice me, but it didn't go the way I planned. 

I asked one of my friends for your snap because that's the easiest way to connect with someone. I had a plan in my head. I thought we'd start with streaks, then start talking, and maybe end with the perfect fairy tale romance. I never even got past streaks because adding each other back was a whole mess. I would be lying if I said it wasn't partially my fault.

I added you on snap and waited and waited and waited till I couldn't anymore and freaked out to some friends. One friend told me I was being crazy and needed to be patient. The other friend, the same one who gave me your snap, did something I would later be mad at her for. You added me on snap shortly after. I eagerly sent you some streaks which you opened, but you didn't snap back. So I messaged you.

Me: Streaks?

You: I don't do streaks

I then checked your snap score and saw how high it was. How do you not do streaks, but have such a high snap score?  I got angry, then sad, and jumped to conclusions. I thought you lied to me. I felt hurt and thought that if I was as pretty as that girl you always talk to in Mr. J's class, then maybe you would've snapped back.

I felt like you didn't deserve me and acted as petty as possible. I unadded you on snap and stopped paying attention to you. I tried to take my mind off you and I felt insecure. I felt ugly and certainly not good enough for you. Yes, I overreacted. My most cynical friend later helped me realize that and told me I should say hi to you and start over, but I'm scared. 

We still make eye contact in the halls and I almost bumped into you this morning, but I don't see how it could ever work. You're tall, and handsome, and popular. I'm tall, and average, and in the middle of the food chain.

The school year is almost over anyways. Starting any thing with you wouldn't work. Maybe I'll try again next year. I really don't know though. I feel like I've tried too hard for you to like me. I braided my hair into a faux bun because someone told me you liked long hair. I tried to get your attention, but it didn't work.