Answer:
There are two kind of it, you can just choose one of them.
Explanation:
First one:
I don't know when my love for you started. Was it love at first sight or love with time? But now it doesn't matter. Because your shadow has deeply rooted in my heart. You know what? Every time I meet you, my heart beats a lot. I expect you to speak to me; I'm looking forward to your smile. As if your words and deeds with a magical magic, always let me feel a inexplicable satisfaction. This must be love, I often think.
To be honest, when I realized what was on my mind, I tried my best to suppress it. But it's no use, I can't help but think of you. Seeing other girls snuggling up to their boyfriends and wandering happily in the park makes me wonder if one day we will talk and walk here too. How happy I would be... Am I being silly?
"Right here waiting to recall, just at that time already disconsolate." I like this poem, but I don't like the ending. So I made up my mind to write this love letter. I don't know how you will look at me after this, but I have not care so much. This feeling pressure of my heart so heavy and tired, and now I finally said to you. I don't want to write too much, as long as you can understand my heart is enough. Every story has to have an ending, doesn't it? I look forward to your reply. Will you like me?
Second one:
Among thousands of people, you meet those you want to meet. In thousands of years, time boundlessness in the wilderness, no early step, no late step, met can only gently say: "oh, you are here too?"
Perhaps every man has had two such women, at least two. Married the red rose, as time goes by, the red changed a mosquito blood on the wall, white or "window bright moonlight"; Married white rose, white is a rice sticky son on the clothes, red is a cinnabar mole on the heart.
I want you to know that in this world there is always a person waiting for you, no matter when, no matter where, anyway you know, there is always such a person.
Love is not complicated, come and go but three words, not "I love you, I hate you," "is forget it, how are you? I'm sorry.
Disappointment, sometimes is also a kind of happiness, because there are expectations so disappointed. Because there is love, will have expectations, so even if disappointed, is also a kind of happiness, although this happiness a little pain
If I do not love you, I will not miss you, I will not envy you around the opposite sex, I will not lose confidence and fight, I will not be painful. If only I could not love you.
(ps: I used second one before, but it's not really good if that boy can't understand words good.)
