just you being there, hugging me, listening to my deepest secret and not judging me meant the world. i love you more than anything. even though you’re the laziest person i know and sometimes i really want to punch you.
Remember that time when we sat on the park bench watching the squirrel? We were so nervous we could barely look at each other, but for some reason we couldn’t look away. Remember that time when I saw you walking down the street in the pouring rain and I picked you up? Remember the time we laid in my bed all night kissing and staring at each other?
you might read this, because we talk on IM every night and share links, and i might be silly enough to send this one to you. i love you. i love that we love music and being creative and idealistic and that you are a careful driver and we both like zombie movies and that we can almost-cuddle on a couch without having to say a word. and you cook the best spaghetti ever. and even if we’ll always just be best friends, that’s okay.
we’ve reached a point where the cliches and labels don’t matter anymore… but i just want you to know that you’ve been the guy in my life for the last six years. i’ve spent a lot of that time searching for someone to replace you so i could finally move on to something healthier than us… but i’ve never really wanted anything more than you and i’m not sure that i ever really will. and i know i haven’t said it to your face in years, but… i love you. irrevocably and unconditionally.
— the girl in the black tee and plaid pajama pants
i want to spend all day kissing you, holding your hand and admiring your beautiful face. you’ve been sitting right in front of my eyes for the past three years and i’m just now starting to see. you make me so happy. i think i’m falling in love.
I believe that we could be great together. Not just in the we-can-conquer-the-world kind of way… but in the curled-together-under-the-blanket-on-a-rainy-day kind of way as well. I just wish that you could see that, and that it's okay to be vulnerable.
Every year we meet at camp it’s like the world falls into place the minute you open your arms and I jump into them. And every year when we go back home it’s like I’m missing something. I didn’t realize it was you. I know we always said that camp shouldn’t count, but I think this last year it did, and I think we’re scared of that. I haven’t seen you since June and I won’t see you next year. I just want to say, I wish we could have made the jump from camp to real life.
you scare me a little. but i think it’s a good thing. you make me hesitate between phrases and words that could put me in deep shit with you, that could possibly ruin what we have going. i’m not going to lie, i like what we have. but i want more, i want some sort of obligation, some phone call before bed at night. i want to be able to wake up next to you and not have to leave.
i’m sorry i keep you up all night each time. i just feel like time’s ticking and moments like those won’t come by too often. and i’m scared about winter break, i’m scared we’ll forget about each other and there won’t be anything to come back to in january. i guess time will tell.
i will never stop apologizing for hating you at the beginning of the semester, and i know you will never let me live it down. thanks for forgiving me and continuing to try to talk to me. you have already taught me so much within such a small time period. i will never hate anyone ever again even if i think i have reason to.
We see each other every single day, we sit near each other every single day, yet we never speak, but I want to more than anything. You mean more to me than anybody I already know, and yet I don’t even know you. One day, let fate happen, speak to me.
i wish i got the chance to tell you everything. i was really in love with you and i didn’t deserve you. but for some reason you were crazy for me. i never realized how much you really did need me every time you said it. but now it’s far too late and i miss you. i’ll miss you forever. i hope you found it in your broken heart to not hate me. i’m so sorry.
i fell harder for you then i’ve ever fallen for anyone. and we both let ourselves fall, even though you have a girlfriend. i hope she makes you as happy as i know i could. you said i was the perfect girl, yet you’re afraid to take the leap. for the rest of my life, i will wonder, “what if…”
sorry i’m so stuck in the past - but i don’t think you know how lovely you really are.
I’ll never be able to understand why it’s so hard to tell someone that you love them. If I had the courage to say this to your face, I’d tell you that I love you more than anything in the world. I picture spending the rest of my life with you; when I go out shopping I spend time looking at all the plates and chairs picturing us using them in our home together. Someday I hope you feel the same way about me too. Until then, I’ll wait.
When I felt your nose on my shoulder on the way home from the show, in that dark car with all of our friends, my heart stopped and I had to stop myself from kissing every perfect feature on your face. I know you were smelling me and thinking the same thing.