"I like you. Actually, I think I love you. No…I don't think. I know. And I wish I could tell you how I feel. It's like, every time I see you I want to tell you, you know? Every chance I get to be around you, I feel light headed. I look forward to you looking my way. And there are so many things I want to ask you. Like, why don't you talk alot? Or how do you get your hair to cover your eye like that? Or why do you have it covered? Or why you're a follower? Or why is your hair purple? Is it really natural? Do you ever smile one that's not evil?
And there are so many things I want to do. Like telling you how I feel. Or hugging you (and I don't like hugs, so go figure). I'd spin you around in a circle just to see you laugh. I'd even fight you're leader if that's what it took to be around you for a day and I'd do it everyday.
Though the gang thinks you're just a follower, I know better. You maybe follow him around, but you're friends, right? I really hope I'm not wasting my time if you already like someone. No. Either way I'd still love you, even if you liked someone else. Because like and love are completely different, right?
No matter what happens, I'll always love you. I probably sound stalkerish now don't I? Talking about how I'll always love you when we don't really know each other. We're completely opposites in our appearances, the way we talk, and even our friends…
But opposites attract, don't they?
-Hayner"
Hayner reread the letter he had just finished writing. His face turned into an angry frown as he growled and ripped the letter up, just like he had down to all the others. It wasn't good enough. Nothing he wrote was good enough to give to her. He threw the ripped pieces of paper into his garbage can in the corner of his messy room, where almost nothing found its way into. He walked over to his window and open it, feeling the salty air wash over him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filing his lungs with the salty air. As he opened his eyes, he reached out to grab the window to close it as he whispered silently, "I love you," and he pulled the window closed.
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On the other side of town, Fuu was looking out her bedroom window. She was dressed in her dark blue pajama pants and a black tank top. He arms were crossed against her chest as she thought of earlier that day. She had caught Hayner's eye more then once and did her best to hide her blush. (because she never blushed!) If she didn't dare let herself speak often, she couldn't dare let herself blush often! As she uncrossed her arms and moved to turn her light out, she whispered, "I love you," and crawled into bed. Both teens were completely oblivious to the others love.
I just can't help falling in love with you.
