Hello there! I was feeling very sentimental, and this came out. It's basiclly just Specs and Krayonder just thinking about how they feel about each other. They are not letters exactly, I just put the "Dear,..." to clarify who that section is about. And sorry if they're occ.
Thank you so much for reading and please please review!
Dear Krayonder,
Do you know that I love you? I don't think that you do. I don't think that you can hear my heart beat louder every time you come near. But I sure hear it. I doubt that you know that whenever the light gets caught in your blonde hair, it makes your slight curls radiate and makes me warmer than the sun. You are probably unaware of how blue-green your eyes really are. I sometimes can't decide if they're more like a light blue sky or a soft green meadow. They confuse me, but I love a puzzle. You think that you're shallow and dumb, but you're not. You are deep and thoughtful, sweet and kind. You are a gentleman. You are passionate and never back down. You're outgoing and smooth; the complete opposite of me. I've always been awkward and shy, while you have always known the right thing to say. Except, of course, when it comes to your jokes. They are sarcastic and witty and clever, but sometimes rude. Your dry sarcasm should offend me, but I just cannot help myself and I laugh at your every remark. I'm logical and generally a well composed person, except whenever I'm with you. I don't know what to say, but I don't mind being tongue-tied because that means that I'm at least with you. I want to tell you how amazing you are as well as so many other wonderful things, but I feel as if that is not enough. You deserve more than that. You deserve more than me. I want you to tell me that I'm beautiful, that I'm fun, that I'm wonderful, that I'm what you want. But you probably won't. You might say those things to another girl though, maybe one who's funnier, prettier, more athletic, and with more manageable hair than me. I mean, why shouldn't you? You deserve everything and more, while I'm just your friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm only here to tell you information, look things up for you, and to get you out of trouble with the commander and lieutenant. But don't worry, I understand. No hard feelings here.
So do you know that I love you, Krayonder? I really hope that you do.
Dear Specs,
Do you know that I love you? I seriously doubt that you do. You know a lot, but I don't think that you know how beautiful you really are. You probably don't know the way you light up like a candle whenever you talk about your adorable nerd stuff. But you must know how striking your forest green eyes are, otherwise you wouldn't wear such thick glasses. If you were to take them off, everyone would be blinded by how pretty they are. I doubt that you know how much I love your hair, probably because I tease you so much for its fiery color. I call you ginger; my ginger. I should probably put more emphasis on the "my" part to get my point better across. I know that you know that you're smart, but do you know how sexy that is? Sorry, you deserve much more respect than that, but sometimes I just can't help myself when I think about you. I've never had a very wide vocabulary and whenever I'm with you, it just gets smaller. Do you know why I say things like "dude" and "man" so often? Because whenever I'm with you, I can't think of anything else to say, so dumb filler words come out. I really want to prove to you that I'm smart and that I deserve to be with you, but I'm not. I just can't. All I can do is admire your every word, even the ones I don't understand.
So do you know that I love you, Specs? You probably have no idea.