I know this is old fashioned and you always complain that you can't read my writing but no other way seemed right. I can't tell you this face to face for fear of your reaction and this way, you can choose just to ignore me and get on with your life.
I don't know how I am finding it so hard to write this. You'd think after hours and months of going over and over the ways I could say it, it would be easy.
Do you remember that time when all of our friends were going to some party they'd been going on about for so long but I was too ill to go? Even though you had been looking forward to it for ages, you stayed behind with me and we snuggled up on the sofa and watched films all evening. It's one of my favourite memories and every time I think of it I can't help but fall even deeper.
What I'm trying to say, really, is that I'm falling in love with you. It was a slow descent at first and then I started tumbling head over heels.
I could try and blame it on you. You with your beautiful eyes, soft brown hair and amazing laugh; but I can't, you are too perfect for this to be your fault. I don't know exactly when I started feeling this way but I do know that these feelings I have are real and the optimistic side of me hopes that you feel the same.
I'm sorry for springing this on you now but I would have exploded if I didn't get it off my chest. Please don't let this be the end of our friendship because I really don't think I could cope without you.