I like looking at you. You're pretty easy on the eyes. You make me feel like such a *****, even though you're only a few years younger than I am. It's like your body kept growing but your face never did. A teeny, tiny waist, the curving hips that are probably going to grow soon, hinting at the bursting femininity, firm breasts, succulent luscious lips, but I always feel bad about wanting to ******** you because you're so innocent (or so I think) and the way you look or smile at me is kind of how little kids look, all wide eyed and wondering. I'd always feel like I'd be taking advantage of you.
You're not much of a talker, to me anyways. I always see how you talk to my other friends. Smiling, pouting, frowning, just excited all over the place. It makes me feel monstrous, honestly. Because as soon as youre around me you get quiet, shy, never make eye contact with me. You joke about it, claiming it's because I'm "a lot taller" than you, but it makes me wonder what about me possibly disgusts you so much. I always hear about girls attracted to men who put them down. Maybe I'm not so much different.
Sincerely,
Gryndelown
Love Letter #5
