Later that day, I saw him in Trigonometry, I probably stared at him the whole time.

I need him to know it wasn't a joke.

It was all real.

I swear.

To make him know it was I would need this to go on for longer.

I need to do this over months...

And then the reveal..

What if he hated me?

What if I'm too much of a tramp/pedophile/polar bear.

What if he just spits in my hideous face.

What if he realises how much I'm staring....

I need to make my next note.

I jot the first thing that comes to mind.

"This is anything but a joke. Phil I've had a crush on you forever, before I knew you were gay. You are perfect, your eyes, your hair, your face, your everything. <3

Your secret admirer,
XxXx"

Please Phil.

Trust that this is real.

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Yay! Unintentional rhyming!