A/N: A one-shot for that time of the year.
Wish you were here
You have no idea how long it took me to finally write this letter to you. It tears me up inside to express feelings I know will never be responded in kind. To wish for something I can never have. But I guess that if I don't tell you at least once how I feel, no charades, no sarcasm, no dishonesty, I'd go crazy.
I love you.
Surprised? Honestly, I hope not. After all, how much more obvious could I have been?
You've got no idea how long I've wanted you, but you've always been unavailable to me. And not just because you were the only person in the world who ever could fight me to a stand-still. At first you frustrated me. I mean, you were a teenage cheerleader for crying out loud. A hot cheerleader, but a teenager nonetheless. But with time I learned to respect you as an opponent and I started to look forward to our little get-togethers. You were the only opponent who could ever make me sweat. And I ce