Hi there. Writing this in history... probably should be paying attention, but he's in full-on lecture mode and he's so monotonous... I hope no one's reading over your shoulder...
I miss you. And that's actually why I'm writing this. I saw you just hours ago. I kissed you just this morning. Snuck out last night to see you.
I don't think this is very healthy for either of us, really. Don't get me wrong, I think you're amazing. You're gorgeous and sweet (and a dork) and I think it's safe to say I'm addicted to your kisses. But sometimes I feel like we're moving too fast. I mean, I know what you look like when you come, but not your favorite song. Or your favorite shirt (just because you're not into fashion doesn't mean you can't have a favorite shirt, right?).
I like you, Sam. But I'd like this... whatever it is between us to be something more than physical. So... yes. There you have it. I'm secretly a romantic and I want us to talk more. Or maybe be able to watch an entire movie, start to finish, without falling all over each other.
Or, you know, if you just want a physical relationship, it would be nice to know...