Dear... Y
I don't know what love is… or at least that's what I think. But when I look at you, I feel like falling in love. Does that make sense?
Probably not but… I wish I could see you, hold you, talk to you, sing for you, sing with you and more. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile, that look you give which looks innocent to others, if only they knew. That's your bad boy look isn't it? Haha.
You look and behave like a good boy, you ARE a good boy, so why are you so hell bent on smirking like a bad boy then?! It's hilarious. Your attempts are hilarious... things like these make me fall harder for you.
I love the way you dance and how passionate you are about it. It shows...
You look ethereal while dancing, it's as if you're in your own world but you still connect with people watching you so well! I'm proud of you. You've come a long way and I know there's still a lot to accomplish but baby we'll get there. One step at a time right?
I'm trying too. I promise I won't doubt myself anymore and just work hard towards the goal I've created for myself. I'll earn… that way I'll get to meet you more often too. Win win right? I hope it is a win for you too...
My jealousy will take over from here on. Yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of all the beautiful girls you're surrounded with all day long but… you're not a thing are you... I shouldn't think about stuff like this. This is not how a decent human being should behave… but god dammit I'm jealous!!!
You know you smile a lot less now… not that people should smile all the time. I know you're stressed so I'll just list out the things I love about you.
Your smile
Your eyes
The way you pout while eating
Your kindness
Your empathy
Actually I should stop now, I feel like you'd make fun of me if you ever come across this letter. No, I'm not scared of you making fun of me, you idiot. I just... I feel like I could go on and on and on while talking about you and it still won't be enough.
Honestly, I miss you. The more I talk, write, think about you, the more I miss you. Time is so cruel. I see why Shakespeare called it... well nevermind what he called it. My mind is going haywire right now… and I want to see you but all I have are pictures.
Take care of yourself... I wish in the future we…