Letters to Crushes

Warning, romantic ramblings ahead…

I recently discovered the Letters to Crushes website and as I am a hopeless romantic I could not stop reading! As the name suggests, people post letters to their crushes (because it’s way easier anonymously telling the internet than telling the person you like).

The tumblr says the following: “If you’re not going to tell them, you might as well tell everyone.” Judging from the amount of letters that get posted every day, there are so many people out there who are too scared to tell their crush how they feel. I felt kind of sad reading these letters, but hopeful that there are still beautiful love stories waiting to happen.  If only the people could send the letter to their crush instead of the website! Today I’ll be giving in to my romantic side…Here are a few adorable letters to crushes that made me smile. Oh, and if you’re a cynic when it comes to love, it will be better if you skip ahead to the next post.

“It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.”

Actually, our relationship is based off of awkward encounters. But every awkward encounter just strengthens our bond. So go ahead, be your awkward self.

Maybe, one day, our awkward hearts will beat to the same awkward rhythm.<3

To the girl at the table near the back of the library –

I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because I’d never read anything that moved me that much.

I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried – just a little – too. That’s how it started. Every time I go to the library, you’re almost always there, usually with a completely new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, or cry again, and when you do, I check out the book you’re reading.

That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are. You’re not pretty in the normal kind of way, but gosh, when you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.

I wish you’d notice me, sitting a few tables away from you, reading the book you were reading a few days ago. I wish you’d smile at me. I don’t have the guts to talk to you. I’m afraid you won’t be anything at all like I imagine.

One of these days, I’ll work up the courage and I’ll ask you about what you’re reading. And maybe you’ll smile that gorgeous smile and tell me all about it, and then we’ll talk about all the books we’ve read. But until then, thank you for the book recommendations. I love them.

Love, the boy a few tables away from yours.

S,

I want to know what colour of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favourite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favourite architect. I want to know how hard you can hug. But most of all I want to know if you want to know the same things about me.

— N

You are a whole playlist on my ipod.

Smart girl,

I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.

For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.

Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that some day you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.

— Silly boy

S,

Sometimes I wonder how great we’d be if either of us had the courage to say something.

— A

Sigh, too much mushiness! My heart can’t take it!

{images from we heart it}

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