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So me and my best guy friend were talking on the phone one night. He asked me what my weirdest dream was. I said he had to go first. He said…Well I was in this hotel when I was 6 years old with my friends and the elevator door opened and I see you in a beautiful wedding dress walking down the hallway. You looked stunning. I was speechless because….my weirdest dream was when I was walking down the hallway of a hotel when I was a little girl holding my moms and aunts hands. I asked him if it was in the Castle Hotel that is in our town and he said yes and that was where mine was. I also asked him if the walls was gold and the rug was red and had gold diamonds on them. He said yes. At this moment we were both speechless.

And the creepiest thing of all is…we both never been in that hotel before but we have always called it the Castle Hotel. 

Fate? or Not?

Idk why I’m doing this, but I just am. Honestly, you have no idea how much I like you. Everything about you just invites me in. Your scent, your face, your personality, everything. I’m not sure why I’m so attracted to you if we don’t even talk to much. I’m so calm when I’m around you, and yet inside I’m bursting with happiness. Every little conversation we have always makes my day. Your smile makes me want to melt. Even though your not exactly the best looking guy in the school, I still considering you the best of the bunch. No one’s going to read this, but I’m still writing it, just to get rid of this feeling in my chest. I wanted to hug you, tell you that I’ll see you next year and make a funny remark, but you left before I could do anything. Do you have any idea how heartbroken I was? You walked away, and I just stood back, pretending to be fine on the outside but im secretly still dying inside. Please, please see me. I’m about to start crying, because I like you that much. In my crushes, I’ve always found a reason not like someone, but I keep trying for you but I just can’t. I feel a little better now, but I didn’t get my christmas present. You.

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