Thursday, January 31, 2013

Dear Girl, Well. I love you. And none of my friends, how ever many of them try and make me feel shitty, won’t change the fact that I love you or how much I love you. Because, I want to do all those crazy adventurous and mushy lovey dovey things with you. I want to sit inside on rainy days and read books with you. I want to take you on picnics. I want to do tons of things I haven’t even thought of with you. I want to make you smile. And Happy. And feel wanted, loved and appreciated. I want to hold you when you are in a bad mood, and just sit with you, knowing that sometimes, nothing can be said and a bad mood has to just be ridden out. I just….I just love you. Love, Boy
Dear Girl, We can never be friends. I’m not angry, or bitter, or upset with how you used to make me feel like shit for absolutely pointless and trivial reasons. I aint even mad about how the reason we stopped talking was dumb and ridiculous. But, the reason I haven’t tried texting you, calling you, IMing you, or any other medium of communication is because we wouldn’t be able to be friends. I could pretend that it was cool, but honestly I know I would fall right back in love with you. And you are crazy, so that would be detrimental to my well being, like it was the last time, I was just naive because I wanted things to work. But even though you are crazy, your good qualities are amazing. So, I guess the reason I am writing this is to tell you to…the next guy you find yourself in love with, trust him. Don’t ever doubt him for a second. I know your past has made you the way you are, but seriously. Trust him until he gives you a reason not to. And not a stupid reason. Let the little, stupid, trivial things go. Because, I’d hate for you to get in your own way again, and stop yourself from being happy like you did with us. Love and I mean a lot of love, Boy.
Words can’t even express how I feel about you and the way you make me feel. Happy, joyous, exuberant, fulfilled, completed, awesome, brilliant, they don’t even come close. It’s more than that, you’re my other half, you’re a part of me that I’ve been searching so long for. You’re my love, my best friend, the cement that holds me together. I will always love you, forever and beyond, just as I know you will with me. I will always be here whenever you need a shoulder to lean on, an outlet to vent to, or just someone to dream with. I can’t imagine my life without you being such a large part of it, it’s much too fitting the way it is with you in it. You make everything better and more enjoyable, I’d go absolutely bonkers without you. I miss you so much, so here’s to the future :)
Dear Girl, You are just about the cutest thing in the world. Love, Boy.
Dear Girl, When your smile begins to creep across your face, the things it does to me….oh boy. Your laugh and smile combined are enough to break down even the strongest walls I put up. You are amazing. Love, Boy.
Dear Girl, When you give me “the eyes” I melt like ice cream on a hot day in the middle of May ;). Love, Boy.
I need you here so bad. It’s hell without you, I can’t deal with all the shit I get handed to me. I’m done with this uni, these fraternity people. I just need you, I need your warmth, your reassurance that everything will work out in the end, your comfort. I’m weak without you. This place is breaking me down and you’re the only thing that can build me back up. Love, Boy.
I’m the lucky one. Love, Boy.
I didn’t understand the feeling of being in love until I met you. I was close. I was actually, really close, but along with the true happiness, warm, excited and goofy feelings I assumed I would feel, there is also one more important feeling. Safe. I feel safe when I am with you. Not safe, in the sense that I am protected from like a mugger, but safe in the sense of peace. Things that don’t matter, never bother or gain any more stress than they should. I don’t know, this isn’t making sense. It’s hard to accurately describe the feeling, so I end up crossing definitions and settling on a word isn’t working. Safe doesn’t fully cover it, but neither does peace or happiness. I don’t know, I just know that I love you. Love, Your Boy