Endless love letters #4

We recently brushed hands in class today and I swore I felt something. Maybe the electrical current that runs through your body slipped into mine, or maybe I’m just delusional. I know I didn’t imagine our fingers intertwine, that much was real, right? I can’t stand the thought of not being around you, even though I’m sure you are doing just fine. As I live in my head, over analyzing every single conversation and run in we’ve had with each other, you sit there, not worrying about mean or anything else because you don’t see it.

You may have perfect vision, but gosh you are so blind. I am sure that I am gushing every time I’m near you. Do you not catch the longing glances I give you during class? Or finding every excuse known to man just to ‘casually’ touch you? Whether it be a hug or an accidental brush of hands. Sometimes I feel like I may be too obvious, I laugh way too hard at jokes that aren’t funny. I walk with you to your class regardless if mine is on the other side of the school.

I know we’re just friends, but I want to be so much more than just that. I want to be the shoulder that you cry on after getting a bad grade on a test. I want to call you things like Pretty Girl, beautiful, my love, and darling just so I can see you blush. I want to shower you in affection, spill my heart out to you in love letters that I causally leave in your locker. I want you to know that I would do anything and everything I could to make you smile. Oh gosh, what I would do to see you smile. I’ve made it my life goal to make you laugh at least once every day that I have the privilege of seeing you.

I’ve never felt like this with anyone and I want you to know that you’re special. Not only to me, but to everyone you’ve ever come into contact with. You are the girl that people will always remember. Earth was created to destroy people like you, ones that are too kind and too sweet. Despite everything being built against you, you somehow managed to come out unscathed. I applaud you for that.

Now I must cut myself short, or I shall keep rambling on about how much you mean to me. My heart aches at the sight of you but all I can ask is that you do what’s best for you. As long as I can see that pretty smile one more time, I know I will be alright.