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Before I start and get any odd comments from anyone, I'd like to say this before any accusations occur. The following story is indeed fictional, but based upon a friend. The following characters names have been changed for confidentiality. If a name seems familiar to you, it's not. I do hope that my friend does find the courage for her. That is all.

Dear beautiful,
You don't know me, and I don't know you. I see you around, but I'm sure you don't see me. I see you every day. I want to say something but I cannot. You are four steps above me as a person, and I am too shy to even get closer than a few yards. I feel like a stalker when I think about you. When i can pull your scent from a crowd. There is so much I want to say to you. Even more I'd like to do with you. My desks are carved with your name. I swear it feels like a heart attack when you even glance in my direction. My stomach has the most intense butterflies, I feel as if I'm a helium balloon. It's strange we're friends with the same people, yet you don't know me. There is so much I want to know about you. I know so little about you, but for a fact, I know that your boyfriend doesn't deserve you. I do. I do more than anything and I hope to god someone will realize that before it's too late.
Sincerely,
Me.

I know I'll never give you this. I wrote it a week ago, and I can't stop rereading it. I wish it was as easy as it was to write. Shyness always added to my flaws. What is fate? What is love? Is our love our fate? If only it were. You're all I want and all I need, but I can't even seem to start a conversation with you. If I were in the same room as you, I might just explode. Hopefully one day I will have the courage to at least give you that note. Maybe if I do it well enough, the mysterious side I lay down might turn it into a mouse chase.
I've got no backbone. You'll never read this.