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 آپ smile at me randomly. I love the way آپ laugh at my terrible jokes. I love the way آپ always say I’m just as important to iCarly as آپ and Sam.
I love how آپ started kissing me on the cheek whenever we کہا goodbye. And then how it turned to hugs. I love how آپ support me through this tough time with my mother.
This is so easy for me to write because آپ know I like you. But there’s something new that I’m feeling for you, Carly. آپ think I have a stupid crush on you, and I do. But also, I think I may be actually in love with you. Do آپ think sixteen is too young for true love? I’m not sure.
آپ and I kind of fit together, in my mind. Your hands fit exactly into mine, when I hug آپ our bodies just work, pressed together. Do آپ understand what I mean? I remember that night when آپ cried because of a sad film and I put my arm around آپ I loved how آپ cuddled in and how آپ fell asleep. And then آپ looked so beautiful it was really hard for me not to kiss آپ right there and then.
The thing I love most about آپ is that آپ never pushed me away, یا 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 آپ if آپ 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 آپ smile at me randomly. I love the way آپ laugh at my terrible jokes. I love the way آپ always say I’m just as important to iCarly as آپ and Sam.
I love how آپ started kissing me on the cheek whenever we کہا goodbye. And then how it turned to hugs. I love how آپ support me through this tough time with my mother.
This is so easy for me to write because آپ know I like you. But there’s something new that I’m feeling for you, Carly. آپ think I have a stupid crush on you, and I do. But also, I think I may be actually in love with you. Do آپ think sixteen is too young for true love? I’m not sure.
آپ and I kind of fit together, in my mind. Your hands fit exactly into mine, when I hug آپ our bodies just work, pressed together. Do آپ understand what I mean? I remember that night when آپ cried because of a sad film and I put my arm around آپ I loved how آپ cuddled in and how آپ fell asleep. And then آپ looked so beautiful it was really hard for me not to kiss آپ right there and then.
The thing I love most about آپ is that آپ never pushed me away, یا 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 آپ if آپ 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