You are more than you think. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever known.
Unfortunately, beauty isn't what matters to me.
I remember all the memories we shared together. They were beautiful too and they will always hold meaning to me. I'll never forget them but Quinn, it's not you, its me. I know how typical that sounds but it is true. Would I ever lie to you? A girl I loved?
Well, I guess I have to explain to you why and how I fell for Roxanne. It was all your fault. What? You don't believe me? Read on.
I guess the first time I met her was when I was all alone thinking what I should do about our situation. I mean, the mere thought of you made my heart race. At that time, you had just rejected me when I suggested dating. I'm a boy Quinn. It was a huge blow to my self esteem.
Roxanne was passing by with some food. It was a hamburger ,I think, when she saw me with my head in my hands. She approached me and asked what was wrong. I told her everything Quinn, I didn't mean to but I did. I poured out all my frustrations about you and she just listened and waited for me to stop. I began liking her for that. She then gave me half of her burger. I liked her more. I can just remember what she told me as I write this letter: 'When you're sad, just eat a burger. That way you can have diabetes and have something else to worry about. ' She was funny too, like you.
So now my attention was divided. I spent all my days chasing after you. You even gave me mixed signals whether to stop or continue. I would often find myself going to her for advice and she'd give me a ton that helped a lot. You filled my days and she filled my nights.
I guess I fell in love with Roxanne the moment she told me she wanted me to be happy and that maybe you weren't what I needed. Maybe she was what I needed. She filled my thought now, she pushed you away.
I was confused when you tried to approach me and striked up a conversation. I responded but it didn't feel right. I wanted to talk to Roxanne.
That was my first clue I was falling out of love with you.
Now, the mere thought of you sours my mood. I'm sorry to say it but as I'm writing this, I feel dejected and maybe I can run to Roxanne later.
I just needed you to read this. I just needed to tell you this.
Who knows? Maybe you'll find someone out there better than me. He'll be your Roxanne and you'll be happy.
Till then, can't you support me with her? I love her.