keep this.

I like you so much and it feels so good and holding your hand means so much more than anything can ever understand.

I thought I’d write you a letter, because I’m up late. And I’ll give you this, shh, secretly tomorrow.

I told Mike how I fully felt about you. I feel better now, and this may be a way to make this whole thing better, it has tonight.

And Then I Told Kyle.

I told him I liked you a lot (I thold him ‘cause, hey, I feel better for telling Mike, ah: I’ll tell Ky-Ky) and at some point he asked if you ever told me you liked me and I said yeah.

Later on I didn’t feel like getting you into trouble about that, so I lied and made it seem to him that I have this huge thing for you and that you are just sort of okay with it (the way you were with him).

He liked that story better.

And he knows Mike likes you too, now.

(I know I seem strange right now, it’s late, but I need your call tonight (as in a few hours after you read this). Please fulfill it.)

Well, that was my letter. I write letters to the people I care about most, so feel good.

And I just love holding your hand, Jenn. I love it.