Well everything started in Portugal on summer vacation on the fifth of August around 2am during our village’s party. I was watching you because I’ve never saw you in my all life and I found it weird, I actually thought you were from another village. While a guy was flirting with my sister, I was there standing and again watching you very quickly, I don’t know what but there was something about you that catch me.
Since that guy was flirting with my sister my cousin had the brilliant idea to set my up with a guy and you know who over heard the conversation ? your godmother. I know crazy right?!
Well eventually your godmother said « I know I can present her to my godson » I had no idea who was her godson but then I saw her talking to you and I kind of freaked out because I had braids so my hears were visible and I hate it because they are too apart from the back of my head for me. Then you came and yeah you were standing there about 2 meters away from me and you were shy I could tell that...but so was I, we must have looked at each other for about 1or2 seconds before you turned around, and I know you said something to your godmother was it « she’s ugly » ? I don’t know... I guess I’ll never know... when you turned away my cousin’s BFF actually suggested that you were gay, and yeah I hope you’re not because I kind of like you.
But that's a good question «  why do I like you if we only looked at each other for about 2 seconds?
I don’t know... I think I feel lonely and I mean like you were shy and kind of accessible, I must thought “that’s the one”. But I’m only 15 so what do I know...
Then the next 4 days of the party were basically me watching you and some other guys I already had me eyes on, you were always with my 3rd cousin and my meemaw’s neighbor …
I thought of you but not that much actually. But then I searched for you on my social medias, and you were so cute, I loved imagining myself with you, it’s kind of good, I mean now that you also follow me, I kind of know more about you, for exemple you love your dog, you have a little sister, you play football, you love video games, you have a beautiful laugh and smile, you’re an amazing friend, and also you may be gay… but I’m not sure of that, I respect and support lgbt+ I’m even a part of it yeah I’m bisexual, and I’m really attracted to you even if I don’t know why but anyway. When I came back to France I told my friends all about you and said “you were the love of my life” and I believe it, one of my best friends really ship us and even made me a guide to date you… yeah it was fun… but then one of the most saddest things of my life happened to you and to me… that guy I was in love with when I was 9, 11,13 years old died in motorcycle accident and he was one of your best friends… you were so sad, I could tell, by how you didn’t watch my instas stories or by what you posted on yours, everyone in the village was sad…I told my friends if I should write you, like saying courage to you… and they all said yes… I was very nervous when I send it to you, but you did respond with a little “thanks” it’s all that I could ask, I don’t know what you think about me sending you it… I really don’t know…. My friends wanted me to send you another message but I thought you should deal with your lost and not be annoyed by some immigrant girl you probably didn’t remember. Plus you may have every girl around you why would you care about me, you don’t even know who I am. So now here we are… me thinking of you and I :
we become friends after I played baskett ball with you and your friends, then at our village party you want to talk to me we hang out and then we walked to our village’s basket ball/football field then we lay down, and watch the stars… I’m cold. So I put myself close to you and then you look at me, I look at you. And then you kiss me…
That’s what I dream of… but you probably don’t even remember me.