Dearest Mateo,
When I look at you, your hazel eyes, your adorably mussed hair, your crooked grin, I am reminded of how much I love you. When I think about the way you get so excited about learning a new spell, or making a breakthrough with a potion, or the way you bury your nose in a book. I love the way that you get so animated and passionate with your gestures and your words about magic, and I love the way your laugh can bring a room of darkness into the light. Every time I talk to you, I smile at your cheeesy puns, and self a deprecating humor. I smile at your ability to comfort anyone, and admit your own fault. Your common sense and reasoning balances out my impulsiveness and insanity. You are one of the smartest, funniest, most reasonable people I know. You are perfect in every way, and I wish you could be mine. Mateo De Alva, I truly do not deserve you.
Love,
An admirer
I read the note over. Should I do it? Was this insane? Yes it was. giving Mateo this love letter could change everything between us. We my not be friends ever again. I may have to fire him. But it would be worth out, if he could be mine. I took a breath. I was going to do it
