Dear you,

I don’t know how you do it. But you make me happy. You make me so happy to be alive. Not to mention that you’ve kept me alive, so many times. And for that, I thank you. Dear girl, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you, how much I like you. And how much I’m struggling to not use the word ‘love’. Because that’s what it feels like. I feel like I love you. That’s the only word. What else describes someone who won’t get out of your head? That when you talk to me, my heart soars, I’m happy. You make me happy and no one else can. You know how to get through to me. You know me. But I don’t think I could ever tell you of the feelings I have for you. How I feel for you, and how much I like you. Because of the circumstances of two of your friends liking me. And how I don’t think you would ever do anything because of that. I could never tell you how sad that makes me. And I know that these visions I keep having of us being together won’t actually happen. But I do like you a lot. But you don’t like me. I don’t give you butterflies. I don’t. It’s 6:55 A.M., and I’ve talked to you pretty much the whole night. Let me just say that I love talking to you. I love it so much. And we’ve talked pretty much til 6 AM every single night for the past week. And we’ve talked almost every day. Til early in the morning. Girl, I don’t know how to say this to you. And I’m not sure if I ever could. Because of whatever. I mean, what’s the point of telling you? Just so that you would know? It would save a lot of awkward silences. A lot of times where we wouldn’t talk to each other. And I don’t want that. I really don’t. I want to talk to you. I love talking to you. I just wish I could tell you. No, I wish I could tell you, and you’d feel the same way. And you would tell me that you feel the same for me. But you don’t. I heard you say it. That you don’t like me. And I don’t know why that kills me inside. Because I like you. I like you a lot. I just feel like I was so close. So close to being with you. But I don’t know. I don’t know why it didn’t work out. We would have been wonderful together. We would have. I’m writing this letter, because it’s so early in the morning. And you left me about an hour and a half ago, to talk to someone outside. And I haven’t gotten any sleep. Because you’ve been on my mind the entire time. Let me just say, that if I had any wish right now, it would be for you to love me. Airplanes by B.O.B? That’s why it reminds me of you. I could really use a wish right now. I would wish for you. I don’t want my liking for you to end. But I don’t know if I can keep this up. ‘Cause I’m hurting a lot. I really am. But let me end this letter by saying, that I think you’re absolutely beautiful, inside, and out. And that you are the most caring person I know. You are the absolute most beautiful person, ever. You’re an amazing friend. And I would be blessed to be with you. I am blessed to be friends with you. Because you care so much. And you’ve kept me alive so many times, that I don’t know where I’d be without you. I don’t know. You’ve saved me, you’re my angel, sent from somewhere. And you saved me so many times, and I’m not sure if you’ll ever know.