{LETTER A DAY} Day 2
A letter to your crush
I don't have a crush. And so, I'm stealing Cortneys idea and using my JE crush.
Dear Kato Shigeaki,
Hi. My name is Amy. How are you?
I don't know why I like you so much. Sometimes it's a little bit scary how much I like you, actually. I know you'll never meet me and I know that we will never have a relationship but I still like you. I get a little jealous when other people call you their favourites. I'm weird, aren't I?
I admire the way you always try your hardest. With your singing, your dancing, your writing, and even running. When I saw that episode of Soukon when you were trying to run faster and had tears in your eyes, I couldn't help but feel proud. You did something you didn't think possible. And I was so proud when there was news of your book floating around. I bought it, too, even though I can't read it, because I wanted the book you poured so much of yourself into on my shelf. Every time I look at it I smile.
I love your voice. I love the way you dance. I love you smile and your laugh and the way you dress and your stupidly awesome writing skills. I love your stupid face.
You make me laugh till I cry, and make me watch ridiculous dramas just because your stupid fifteen year old face is in it and I find myself making the weirdest noises over your uneven teeth.
I wish I could see you in concert. Maybe one day. And I will wave your uchiwa like a crazy woman.
Thankyou for being you. Thankyou for being the one that falls and trips over himself and burns things and yells at people to laugh. Thankyou for working so hard.
Love,
Amy.
I don't have a crush. And so, I'm stealing Cortneys idea and using my JE crush.
Dear Kato Shigeaki,
Hi. My name is Amy. How are you?
I don't know why I like you so much. Sometimes it's a little bit scary how much I like you, actually. I know you'll never meet me and I know that we will never have a relationship but I still like you. I get a little jealous when other people call you their favourites. I'm weird, aren't I?
I admire the way you always try your hardest. With your singing, your dancing, your writing, and even running. When I saw that episode of Soukon when you were trying to run faster and had tears in your eyes, I couldn't help but feel proud. You did something you didn't think possible. And I was so proud when there was news of your book floating around. I bought it, too, even though I can't read it, because I wanted the book you poured so much of yourself into on my shelf. Every time I look at it I smile.
I love your voice. I love the way you dance. I love you smile and your laugh and the way you dress and your stupidly awesome writing skills. I love your stupid face.
You make me laugh till I cry, and make me watch ridiculous dramas just because your stupid fifteen year old face is in it and I find myself making the weirdest noises over your uneven teeth.
I wish I could see you in concert. Maybe one day. And I will wave your uchiwa like a crazy woman.
Thankyou for being you. Thankyou for being the one that falls and trips over himself and burns things and yells at people to laugh. Thankyou for working so hard.
Love,
Amy.