Letter One

Dear _______,

I don't even know where to begin...But that's because I don't even know you. That's right. I don't know you, and I have never even talked to you before. Well, indirectly I suppose we have. But not really. There was a teacher answering us, so no, I guess not even indirectly.

You hang out with some of my friends. I've seen you out there talking to them...But I don't hang out much over there anymore. But the little group you talk to within that bigger group, well, I like them. And they seem like your type of people...Although, I don't really know.

I sit across the way from you, and it's almost as if you don't even notice me. There's something about you, but I'm not sure what it is. I want to get to know you, but you'll never find out. And, quite honestly, I never intend for you to find out.

You don't even know who you are. You could be reading this right now, and not even realize it's you. But I know you aren't reading this. That would be weird. We're not friends, not even on Facebook. You're just the boy who sits across from me.

I didn't even know your name for a while, but I found out when the teacher called on you one day in class, and then I ran into you a few times outside of school. It's not even that I've been thinking about you, or that I like you...I don't know what it is...But something about you, like I said before, makes me really want to talk to you.

I sometimes catch you looking at me, and sometimes I then look at you. And sometimes, we even hold each other's gaze for more than just a few seconds. You seem to be a calm, easy-going guy; that's the vibe I get from you, anyway. But we've never even had a conversation before...

I don't think you'll ever read this, and that's ok, seeing that you won't even know that it's you in the first place...Unless I tell you, but I won't.

For whatever reason, every day in that class, ever since the first time our eyes met...I find myself trying to catch your gaze again. And I don't know why. You and I, we're so quiet in that class. But I like to listen to your voice. That much I know.

So, just in case you do read this, speak up some more! Or at least talk to me, because I am afraid to talk to you. I want to get to know you...I just...I just don't know how.

But anyway, I guess I'll see you around, seeing that you'll never know who you are. And I guess I'll never know more about you, as much as I wish I did...

Well, I'll end this, I suppose...

See you around...I think...

Sammy