From letterstocrushes.com:

October 22

a,
i hate to say it but my brain is a poetry organ, my heart an ever-reaching muscle, and you are a beautiful girl forever in a sunday dress.

— anonymous

October 5

you,
you really want to know? i like you as much as my mum likes to sew. i like you as much as i like to climb trees and ride bikes. i like you as much as i like polaroids and bags from op-shops. i like you as much as i like feeling pretty. i like you as much as i like picnics. i like you as much as i like sunrises. i like you as much as i like books. i like you as much as i like music. i like you as much as i like the silence. why?

because i love the way you dress, and i love that you like to climb trees and ride bikes. because you make me feel pretty, even in second-hand clothing. because you took me on a picnic to cheer me up. because you make me want to write. because i think your music is beautiful. i like you because you can sit with me in silence. and i like you because you will listen when i feel like talking.

you know when people say little things and they just fit into that tiny place in your heart? your words fit nice and comfy.
— me