Dear Dan,

I think I fell in love today, which is why I'm writing these letters. I know it's incredibly cheesy, and although I hate cheese, I simply must admit I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic. I guess what they say is true - love drives you crazy. And believe me Dan, I'm quite crazy for you.

Today was the first day I realized I love you. I guess I have always known, it's just that today is the first day it was brought to my attention.

We were sitting in the couch, having a movie night, and I was cold. I told you to the pause the movie so I could grab a jumper, and you said that I didn't have to get up, and you gave me your jumper. I threw it over my head and mumbled a thanks. I was blushing like crazy, but thankfully you were too invested in the movie to notice my pink cheeks. Your jumper smelled like you, and I tried to discretely breathe the scent in.

Our movie went later in the night than we though it would, and you ended up falling asleep next to me. I don't mean to be creepy, but you are quite adorable when you sleep. I believe that when I realized you had fallen asleep was when I realized I was completely in love with you.

As I'm writing this letter, you are still asleep on the couch next to me. It's been a few hours, as I fell asleep soon after I noticed you had, so your normally straight hair is already curling up. I do love your hair curly, although you despise it.

I was thinking about you, butterflies fluttering about somewhere near my rib cage, when I decided to write these letters. I don't know if you'll ever see these. Maybe I'll write them for myself to express feelings. Maybe I intend to give them to you. Who knows?

I'm yawning now, signaling I should probably get some more sleep. I'll write again, don't you worry. Not that you would anyhow. You probably don't feel the way about me that I do you. That's alright though. I can deal with the quiet rejection. Hopefully.

Yours, Phil.