To my dear love,

I'm writing this letter to you, to let you know my feelings towards you. I probably wouldn't give it to you anyways, since I'm too scared to say my feelings out loud. However, I feel as if my heart would explode if I won't pour it. So I took this sheet of paper and started writing… I hope you don't mind.

Well, the truth is, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Do you remember that day? We were both little colonies and I was depressed about having to get separated from France. But the moment I saw you, I knew this is all for the best. You're face, so much like mine yet so much more beautiful sent butterflies flying into my stomach.

Unluckily to me, you didn't seem to get excited about me… If anything, you seemed to get bored. You started ignoring me soon, way too soon after our first meeting, and you do until today.

I learnt to live with people not being able to see me, and I don't care about most of them anymore. Only when it comes to you, it hurts. Whenever you bump into me in the hallway, whenever you don't notice me raising my hand during conferences, whenever you walk by me without saying the friendly "hello" you say to others… All these sting my heart like angry bees.

I do see you, though. Well, it's hard not to notice someone who stands out as much as you do. I see you smile and laugh and argue and live your own exciting life, while I'm just watching you from a distance, not daring to get close and talk to you, my own brother. Maybe it's because I'm afraid to start blushing and blabbering, like what happened the last time I tried to have a conversation with you.

There is another secret I need to tell you, if I am already pouring my heart out. Though I would never admit it to anyone, I sometimes like it when people think that I am you. I just think about it as a complement, being mistaken for a wonderful person like you.

Before every time we meet, I promise to myself that this time I would defiantly confess to you, and I never do. I am afraid, Alfred, and I knew that a brave person like yourself would not be. I don't even know what from. Am I scared that you don't love me back? Am I afraid that you'll keep a distance from me once you know about my feelings? Or am I just a coward? I really wish I had the courage to just say it to you. Those simple three words that keep run through my mind whenever I see you.

Do you have any idea how relaxing writing can be? You should really try that once…

Now that I'm come clear, I really don't know what to do with that letter. There is no way I would give that to you. I think I would just keep it in a drawer, and from time to time take it out, look at it and wonder what would happen if I had the courage to give it to you.

I love you.

Sincerely yours,

Matthew.