An Open Letter to Anonymous

Hey there.

So, it's 12:03 AM, meaning I am staying up super-late because of two reasons.

1. I can't sleep because of my goshdarn insomnia.
2. (TMI warning) My stomach-region cramps are also playing a role in this. Yeah...

And since I ignored my previously-set bedtime, I googled you. I know, it's kind of creepy of me... but I'm gonna be honest with you and say that it's not the first time that I've googled you out of boredom.

And in this google session, I stumbled upon your blog. Now, I must tell you this right now.

Your writing is amazing. And when I say amazing, I mean, "You have blown my mind because I never thought such intriguing thoughts were whirling through your mind as you kept your calm and collected demeanor". You've also probably heard it from tons of people because I heard you show someone your blog and this person said that your posts were really good. I agree.

So yeah, this post is going to be extremely random and disorganized because I am up way past my bedtime and I really don't know what to write to you. Seeing as you may or may not read this.

Ooh, okay, I have something to talk to you about.

In high school, or school in general, rumors fly faster than fighter jets. Person W is pregnant, Person X got denied to his dream school, Person Y likes Person Z, so on and so forth. Sometimes these rumors are true and sometimes they are false. I don't like believing rumors, and I like giving people the benefit of the doubt. So when I heard my friend (M) say that she talked to someone you knew (K), and K informed M that you knew I liked you because apparently some of your friends stumbled upon my blog, I didn't know what to think. Fear crept into my mind.

"Oh, gosh, he knows?"

"What will I do?"
"Okay, stay calm. He's just a boy and you're just a girl..."

To say that I freaked out would be an understatement. I nearly stopped breathing. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's and I think I quite literally died right then and there and came back to life.

Yes. I like you. No, I don't really plan our future together. Not really, anyways. I mean, I think about my future kids' names and silly teenage-girl stuff like that, but I don't really plan on you liking me back. Because inside my heart, I know that you probably don't feel the same way. And that's okay. I'm not saying that you will have to like me back for reasons unknown, but it never feels good to be the person that likes someone who doesn't feel the same way.

So now you kind of know how I feel. Here's a brief summary:

• Yes, I like you
• And sometimes I google you out of boredom
• And most of the time, the rumors about me aren't true
• And finally, I'm okay with you not liking me back

So there you have it. I just told you (and most likely the whole internet) that I like you, that I sometimes Google search your name, and that I think you're an extremely-talented writer.

Goodnight.