Letter forty one: can't we stay like this forever? I want to be in your lap again. Your so comfy and soft and you smell amazing (like seriously idk wtf your grandma did to that perfume but I can't get enough of it) just why can't you be here?? And to think I thought you were moving my sweater on my face to tease me, you were actually flustered, that's just so fuggin cute my heart can't take this madness
Letter forty two: I know you said to give it to you tomorrow but I'm really reluctant to give your sweater back, it's so nice to have a piece of you with me when I'm alone-I know that's technically what my ring is and I adore it I really do but it's not the same. I can't lay down in the night and hold it tight next to my face so the scent can trick me into thinking your here next to me to save me the desperation of crying because I want you here so badly.
Letter forty two: my mom asked about the sweater and I told her the truth of where it came from, I think she's suspicious now, but tbh idc I don't want or need her approval of you so it doesn't matter to me if she finds out about us.
Letter forty three: this isn't a diary so I probably shouldn't include this but I thought you might think it's funny that I'm just now realizing why morning breath exists because I said to my parents "how is it that I haven't eaten anything yet my breath smells bad??"
Letter forty four: I've never been so heart touched by a fucking Cheeto, you genuinely brought me to the verge of tears when you volunteered to bring stuff for me. Your the best and I love you so so much, I know I always write "pardon me with mercy if I dare mistake you for an angel..." but it's true I look at you sometimes and I just can't comprehend your from this world, your everything to me, and I really do see your as an angel.
Letter forty five: we must make a book with all the places we traveled to, the things we experienced there, and how it made us feel. (ALSO IT M U S T INCLUDE PHOTOS AND STICKERS!!!) this is a threat. Not an option. A threat. Yet another reason why I want to learn to book-bind!
Letter forty six: your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty your so pretty
Letter forty seven: how did I fucking pull 🙏THAT🙏
Letter forty eight: if you were emojis. 🍁🐇🌓🦋🧦🕯 I could offer an explanation as it's well thought out, but I won't.
