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Rin,

Please don't tear this apart. I know you get a lot of them, and um, well, I really hope you just- just read this one. Please.

You probably won't, though, so I won't hold back.

Rin, for years I've been your best friend. We've been close for almost forever. Do you remember when we met?

I think that, even then, I started falling. You were a rambunctious tomboy at the time, but you were the kindest person I'd ever met. You've always been like this- this ray of sunshine. Always so optimistic, never believing for a minute that things wouldn't work out. I love that about you.

I'm sure you've heard this enough times to make you sick, but you're beautiful, Rin. You're like an angel. A slightly ill-tempered angel, but my point still stands. I try not to stare, but sometimes I can't help it. If you are actually reading this, please don't kill me for that.

I could make this into a long, gushy letter stating everything I've ever felt, but I think I can put it into a few sentences. You make my heart race, my palms sweaty, and my mind go blank. I get tongue-tied and uncertain and jealous of other guys. I want to hold you and call you my girlfriend. Even if I'm a wuss and am writing a letter instead of telling you in person, I still have to say it somehow.

Anyway, what really matters is this;

Rin, I love you.