Dear 20.2,

I used to think that 20 fascinated me. She did, but perhaps fascination is an exagerration. I certainly am interested in knowing her better. I might even go so far as to say, even at this point when I think I know her a little better, that I wouldn’t mind if she was a little more attracted to me. That being said, however, nowadays, I find my attention being grabbed more and more by you. If the two of you are in the same room, I’d rather be sitting with you than with her, I find. You’ve definitely got a more charming smile, but that has to be taken for granted considering I’ve always been a sucker for your smile. I’m beginning to find more things about you attractive now, like your soft voice, your eyes and your face. And when I say “face”, I mean how it all just falls into place, in sync with your smile.

I might have given a little more room to my emotions and feelings had you not been going out with someone else though. For now, I restrain myself from flirting with you or telling you how attractive you really are.

The sun has almost set. The day is done, physically and mentally. So glad now to be secluded from the outside world, my earphones being my accomplices, a Wishlist in my ears. It’s becoming almost too dark to see what I’m writing. We pass cars and motorcycles, all insignificant. My thoughts are random, rambling, and they frequently come to rest on you – you, sitting 2 rows of seats in front of me. The sunset is beautiful… knock knock, can you hear my thoughts? … No, there you go.