Dear Lincoln,

I know you don't like me. I'm probably not any guy's type anyways. I'm boring and unlike the other girls in our class, I'm not the funniest or the type who'd raise their hand in class. I am really shy. I can't even look you in the eye when we sat next to each other. I refused to believe that I even had a chance with you and yet it felt like I couldn't control my emotion. I was and still is head over heels for you. I wish I was good enough. I feel like a loser even liking you. I think you're cute and your glasses are too. I'm really uninteresting and boring but I hope you'll understand that I did like you. I just wanted to spill it all. I'm too ashamed to admit to anyone that I like someone as good as you.