love, diaz || dianetti

september 9th

Dear Gina,

Honestly, I don't even know how to say this. But I also know I'd hate myself if I let you go without saying it. And I'm sorry about how sudden this is. Except it's not, really. I've felt this way for so long I just haven't had the guts to say to you. Which is weird because I'm not afraid of anything. Well, I'm afraid of needles, but that fear has nothing on the feeling you give me. Nothing scares me, Linetti, but somehow you found a way to. And you don't even know it. You have no idea that my heart skips a beat every time you're near me. You don't know that your voice is my favorite sound in the world. You don't know that I'm in love with you. But now you're reading this. And you do. And I'm not sure how (or if) you'll respond, but I wanted you to know. And maybe all of this is stupid. Correction: all of this IS stupid. But maybe you'll find me stupid for putting all my feelings on a page like this. But part of me doesn't even care. And all of me is insanely in love with you. So screw it.

Love,
Diaz