Dear Carly
I could write a novel filled with all the things I love about you. Your smile, your eyes, you’re your hair, your hands, even your curly handwriting. I love the way you smile at me randomly. I love the way you laugh at my terrible jokes. I love the way you always say I’m just as important to iCarly as you and Sam.
I love how you started kissing me on the cheek whenever we said goodbye. And then how it turned to hugs. I love how you support me through this tough time with my mother.
This is so easy for me to write because you know I like you. But there’s something new that I’m feeling for you, Carly. You think I have a stupid crush on you, and I do. But also, I think I may be actually in love with you. Do you think sixteen is too young for true love? I’m not sure.
You and I kind of fit together, in my mind. Your hands fit exactly into mine, when I hug you our bodies just work, pressed together. Do you understand what I mean? I remember that night when you cried because of a sad film and I put my arm around you I loved how you cuddled in and how you fell asleep. And then you looked so beautiful it was really hard for me not to kiss you right there and then.
The thing I love most about you is that you never pushed me away, or told me to stop pestering you. You’ve rejected me a million times but I’m never giving up. I’ll always be waiting, Carly, in the wings. These arms are open for you if you need a hug.
This just started out as a silly, minor crush. And it turned into so much more.
Happy sixteenth birthday, Carly.
I love you.
Freddie
I could write a novel filled with all the things I love about you. Your smile, your eyes, you’re your hair, your hands, even your curly handwriting. I love the way you smile at me randomly. I love the way you laugh at my terrible jokes. I love the way you always say I’m just as important to iCarly as you and Sam.
I love how you started kissing me on the cheek whenever we said goodbye. And then how it turned to hugs. I love how you support me through this tough time with my mother.
This is so easy for me to write because you know I like you. But there’s something new that I’m feeling for you, Carly. You think I have a stupid crush on you, and I do. But also, I think I may be actually in love with you. Do you think sixteen is too young for true love? I’m not sure.
You and I kind of fit together, in my mind. Your hands fit exactly into mine, when I hug you our bodies just work, pressed together. Do you understand what I mean? I remember that night when you cried because of a sad film and I put my arm around you I loved how you cuddled in and how you fell asleep. And then you looked so beautiful it was really hard for me not to kiss you right there and then.
The thing I love most about you is that you never pushed me away, or told me to stop pestering you. You’ve rejected me a million times but I’m never giving up. I’ll always be waiting, Carly, in the wings. These arms are open for you if you need a hug.
This just started out as a silly, minor crush. And it turned into so much more.
Happy sixteenth birthday, Carly.
I love you.
Freddie