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You probably don't know this, but I'm quite blind. I really can barely see ten feet in front of me. I know you're worse, you used to show me how thick the lens were on your glasses quite often...but I've always found it kind of cute. I don't know why, but I like men with glasses. Besides, you look good with glasses. When you take them off...you look different. I'm not quite sure if I like it. With your glasses on, you look intelligent and alert, and of course a little awkwardly geeky. With your glasses off...I'm not going to lie, you look dead sexy. You have the nicest eyebrows, they're darker than your natural hair color so they make your gorgeous cerulean eyes pop. You are quite handsome...even if the majority of people don't seem to think so. Even though you're lanky, it suits you. I couldn't imagine you looking big or buffed out, it just wouldn't look right. You're the perfect blend of awkward and attractive... the way you walk captures my attention, too. I'm quite sure why, but you have this nice little stride about you. It oozes confidence, but at the same time it speaks to how humble you are. Your nose isn't high in the air, but you always look like you know where you're going. I suppose you're just a beautiful person inside and out. I could go on for hours about how much I adore your looks. It's nothing romantic, really...you've always caught my eye, even when we were young children. When we were in second grade, you were still adorable...you were still quirky and awkward, but now you have this certain manly quality about you, and it's quite charming.
Anyway, my old glasses are completely ruined...practically unusable. I'm getting a new pair, and they look stunning. If I described them to you, you would probably chuckle. For lack of a better word...they're quite "hipster". Large, brown marble frames. They suit me though, my race is round and the color looks lovely with my hair color.
I can't wait to finally see again...it's been quite a while. This is going to be the first time I'm going to be able to clearly see both physically and mentally. I don't think people realize how different the world looks to a depressed person...everything is so beautiful. This is going to sound terribly cliché, but the grass isn't simply green and the sky isn't just a dull blue anymore. The grass is composed of lovely hues of green and yellow, each blade clearly defined against the verdant sea that sways back and forth in accordance to melodious breeze. The sky is a lively blend of azure and white, especially captivating when the clouds are reflected in your eyes. Everything is so curious and so amazing, and I sit and wonder if this is how everyone sees the world. Perhaps it is, and perhaps I'm just skilled at converting "thought language", as you called it, into eloquent words on paper. I really do enjoy writing...I never wrote much before high school. You have inspiried me, in both good ways and bad ways. I remember when I wrote a poem about you...it was a beautiful poem. It ended so sadly, though...didn't that just ruin the whole thing? I suppose I should go back and rewrite the last few lines of that poem, into something happier. I may not be as infatuated with you as I was before, but I still think you're quite amazing. Everybody is amazing if you take the time to try to get to know them...that's why I hope you take the time to really get to know me one day. Perhaps you'll find me amazing as well.
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73 Days
Non-FictionA series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, th...
