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Can I write a Cute high school romance? Lets try...

Not many years ago, in your typical high school environment, a girl named Alex fell in love with a girl called Zuri .

Unfortunately, Alex had no gutts or whatsoever to confess it even for herself. The only thought of saying it would make her heart jump out of her chest.

She did say many things to herself like:

What is love? If I do not know what it is, I can't be in love.

Why is my heart racing? Have I got anxiety problems now?

If I like her? Well, yeah, she is pretty cool, but... That was it... I think...

Anyway, as in any good story, your scared cat worked very hard to overcome her limits.

Years passed by.

First, she managed to not growl to every stranger who approached her first.

Them she became their friends and learned that she was quite good at speaking for many hours straight.

After some time she even got the courage to approach people first and start conversations.

She was really becoming good at it and improving at an astonishing rate.

Even so, she was a long way from confessing.

The most she had accomplished was to admit to herself that she had a crush.

Some months later she had completely given up on the idea to say "I love you" loudly.

But one day, everything changed.

One week before the Christmas holidays, the class teacher suggests her 30 students do a Christmas secret friend.

"Childish!" cried the pupils" I don't wanna spend my money on something I have no idea if the person will like" they complained.

At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever.

she hesitantly has her hand and spoke:

What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke?

The teacher loved the Idea.

The money grubbers found it a very good idea.

The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition.

She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

One by one names were drawn.

It came to her turn.

She took a well-folded paper and slowly unfolded it. She had no strong emotion while doing it. What were the chances anyway? To get that name in between the other 29 ones?

" Oh, I got lucky this time" was the only thing she said before reality struck down.

She got it. Her wildest dreams were fulfilled.

The question was.

Was she ready?

- what the heck did I do to myself...

Was the first of many questions that would come.

Some time later...

"Shit!!" Screams a girl while crumpling a paper full of handwriting.

She furiously throw the paper ball into a trash can. The trash can falls in the ground with the impact, revealing dozens of identical balls.

She takes another price of paper and start writing again, but when the pen touches the paper, she stops. Her heart screams in agony:

' Come on you covard! In the worst case she will take it as a joke and forget it after a while'

But her consciousness rapdely interpose:

' No you idiot! On the worst scenario you will lose afriend who happens to be be your crush! Just write a normal letter and be content with what you have now. You don't even have time for a relationship!'

The hand begging the letter with a casual "dear friend" But the heart interrupt the flow once again.

'No! I just can't take it! I have been waiting for so long and now is the perfect chance! I am young and in love, so nothing is going to stop me!'

Th e heart convinced the hand to continue the letter with " I have something I muss tell you, something important"

' Did you finally lost it?!' The bain screamed with reason. ' Not even in your dreams will you say those worlds loudly, in front of the whole class!!' And so the hand wrote:

"You are an amazing person"

'But...!' The heart tried to say in a week but painful pulse.

'Oh, please, you had already given up because we know it is madness, just go back to sleep.' The reason spoke louder, and so, the hand finesse the letter with the phrases:

" Being by your side is a lot of fun.

I admire you a lot and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

You always care about others and that is not a very rare quality.

And I hope it stays with you all the time, good or bad, I hope you remember that.

I wish you a great Christmas."

the result was a sweet and strange arrangement of reasoning and repressed feelings.

She sorted the letter, folded it, and packed it in her backpack.

It was done, with no coming back.

Even if she knew it, she sat again.

Took her best pen, paper, and ink.

And began to write all untold worlds, into beautiful poetry. That later, she would just save in the deep of her drawer, and never let it see the morning light again.

The letter went so:

Dear friend,

Of You are reading this, is because you already read my first letter.

But I still want to tell you, once more.

You are special, very special to me.

My joyful girl, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you laugh, speak and hug,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the unknown future.

Let me compare you to a cat?

You are more playful, passionate, and at the same time calm.

Big frost nips the robins of December,

And wintertime has the gorgeous wine palm.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your skillful hands, warm worlds, and safe arms.

Thinking of your caring smile fills my days.

My love for you is the mischievous harm.

Now I must away with a daring heart,

Remember my blind words whilst we're apart