Dear Nobody...

Weeks have past but my feelings for you only grew stronger.

The fact that I hated my life was miniscule because I had you.

You fixed everything.

My broken heart.

My hate filled mind.

My perception of the world.

Maybe if someone like you can love someone like me, anything is possible.

We had developed a routine after two months of talking.

We'd talk all day at school.

You'd walk me home and we'd talk agian.

You would call me almost every night and we would talk for hours.

(I know, we talked a lot XD)

That night, we happened to be talking about depression.

I told you about one of my biggest insecurities.

I poured my heart and soul out to you in those words.

Things I've never once dared to tell anyone close to me.

I won't say what that insecurity is because you already know.

You know what it made me do to myself.

Made me think of myself.

Made me think of how others thought of me.

I told you a deep secret that I hid from everyone with a simple smile or laugh.

But nothing could ever seem to get past you.

And do you know what you said?

These were your exact words:

"If I were blind. I would still think that you were the most beautiful person ever. Why?
Well, because your laugh is like a beautiful melody. Your touch is like touching beautiful silk.
The things you say, are said with such beauty. Your looks are just the cherry ontop of an already perfect sunday. Your beauty is inevitable. That's probably why I can't help but love you."

My breathing stopped.

My heart stopped.

My life stopped.

My whole world was put on pause.

I've never heard those words from anyone other than family.

My dad doesn't even say it with as much feeling as you did.

That's when I realized I was undeniably in love with you too.

No matter what would happen, you would always be a part of my heart.

You can move on as much as you want but you never really stop loving someone.

I know there were things stopping us.

Our ages.
Your future.
My priorities.

But I've realized that love doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to be true.

And my love for you is the definition of true.