[RECONSTRUCTING] whalien 52 »˚tk

0503 | 04

Alphabet Boy,

I did sleep last night and I dreamed of you.

The feeling of your lips on my forehead, on my hair, on my cheek, my nose, my bare shoulder, my arm, except the exact place where your lips are supposed to be.

On mine.

But no, I won't force you on anything because I know it'll be wrong. You should like me for being me, not because I forced you to be with me.

I know it's very hard to admit that I love you very much, even if everyone is wondering why am I even friends with you, someone's who's known to be a rude jerk and a cold, cold asshole. And to answer that, it's because I know. Underneath that facade of yours that always looked tough and mean, is you.

You who's caring and nice. You who's also still a kid at heart, loves writing letters, and eating gummy bears. You who still cries when it just hurts and when you can't keep everything bottled up.

You when you're only with me.

They finally allowed me to stay at Fairylight's place. I've been waiting for this day. Finally.

I miss you a lot,

Whalien.