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Dear Boy, Even as I write this letter, I know you will never see
it. I just wanted you to know though, once upon a time I thought
I was almost in love with you. The sight of you made my pulse
race and your smile lifted me at least two inches off the
ground. If you brushed up against me I would freeze, feeling
tiny electric thrills dance up and down my arms, chilling me. I
memorized the look of your face, the way you laughed, the way
you smiled. I could tell when you walked in the room without
looking at the door, because just when you did my pulse would
kick up. I even dreamed of you. And that's what I wanted to talk
to you about. I don't know why, but sometimes you are still in
my dreams! It makes no sense, we're strangers now. Why then do
you haunt me in my dreams? In them you hold me, we laugh and
talk. When I wake up in the morning I go and slam my head
against the wall, embarrassed over something I cannot control.
It also worries me. I am o