My dear Bennett,
From the first day I met you, I knew you were something special. I love everything about you; the way your eyes smile as big as your mouth, and how you hop up and down as you're excited. I love the way that you look for random things to do to constantly fill time. Most of all, I love you. I'm in love with you. I can't imagine a life without you.
When I met you, I was just a sad girl who didn't know how to deal with all the sadness I had. But that night on the roof, you asked me my name. Before that day, only my family called me Kat. To everyone else, I was just Larkin. A bizarre name, I know, but it was simple and who I was. Yet Hannah (in her very drunken state) called me Kat. And I decided that I wasn't going to be Larkin anymore. I wasn't going to be sad and constantly grieving the loss of my family. Because even though I had just met you, you inspired me to be happy. And dear God, Benn, if it wasn't for you, I would have been dead within a month of arriving in LA.
You have always accepted me for everything that I was; an Australian with a thick accent, loud with my opinions, and sometimes so overwhelmed with everything that I could only just sit somewhere and stare at a ceiling. But when I would stare, you would stare with me. When I was loud, you would match me, and when I got drunk and my accent became very apparent, you'd laugh it off and pretend to be British.
I loved our first date. You were so nervous, and I made fun of you for at least a week after, because you kept expecting me to not be okay with something. I loved every moment of it. I love every moment that I ever spend with you. There is just something about you that makes me smile; that makes me want to be happy, if not for me, then for you.
I love all of your geeky quirks, and how you always seem to find a way to make a moment romantic and cheesy. I love how you would prefer to stay in and watch all of the Lord of the Rings movies then go out and go clubbing. I love how you put up with my obsession over football (shit, sorry, soccer). I love how you don't mind when I say something too Australian to manage, like saying two of our friends "had a root" instead of saying "had sex."
But I know that I'm just a girl with a dream, for who could love me the way you say you do. You are the kindest, most compassionate person I have ever met, and I do hope that one day you find someone that you love as much I love you. I wish you the best of luck in this world Benn, for it is cruel and very unforgiving.
Forever yours,
Kit Kat
YOU ARE READING
Chasing Rainbows
Teen FictionLarkin Katherine Walker has lived a long, tragic life. At the age of twenty, the past five years have slipped by without her living them at all. So what is she going to do about it? After all, going after happiness is like chasing a fucking rainbow...