dear lara jean and jenny,
i thought i was done with you; ishouldbe done with you.i read both of your stories and wrotereviews for the first book (to all the boys i’ve loved before)andthe second book (p.s. i still love you). i let all my thoughts and feelings out, so i should be finished… right? but, alas, i didn’t learn your lesson: writing a love letter (in my case, a blog post) doesn’t always make you stop loving the person or thing.
the thing is, i didn’t even realize how much i enjoyed your story. i gave average ratings for both the books and pointed out all the “flaws” i could find. but why is it that i can’t stop thinking about you?
我的爱for your story crept up on me like a forgotten friend. (except, i neveractuallyforgot you. quite the opposite.)it was so unexpected. by the time i’d finally realized, it was too late.(literally too late. it was four a.m. and i didn’t know how i ended up infinitely scrolling on your tumblr tag.) i’d continued to wrongly assume that i was over you, and suddenly it was night #2 of stalking your tumblr tag.
and now i’m leftso lost. nothing’s fine, i’m TORN. *tries not to burst out into song* (too late because the SONG sisters stole my heart) (har har har i have no regrets)i want to love you, but at the same time idon’twant to love you.personally, i found your stories mediocre the first time around. you were annoying; some parts felt meaningless; and, no offense, but it was kinda dull. but the more i think about it, the more my thoughts and opinions change, the more i realize how wrong i was. i don’t know what to feel anymore. my mind is subconsciously wandering back to your story. i keep taking pictures of your annoyingly gorgeous and perfect covers and UGH. jenny han,what have you done?
i didn’t know what to do, so i decided to do whatyouwould do: write a love letter. somewhere, in the midst of all this confusion,i’d realized it doesn’t necessarily need to be an exciting, action, pixie-character driven story to be a good one.sure, the so-called flaws and “annoying” aspects of your story continue to exist, but that doesn’t mean the story isn’t worth loving. and now is the timei’m going to (finally) admit/say it: i love your story.it took some time for me to realize, but i’m here now aren’t i? the ratings i gave earlier still stand – it’s honestly how i felt right after finishing it. nonetheless, thank you for sharing it with the world.
p.s. i willalwayslove you.