dear darling,
therapy. you know how annoying it is? they think i'm going crazy without you. i might be, but what help will it do talking to other people - strangers at that - about you? i tried being as quiet as i could in every session. but they told my parents and i was bribed to talk to them.
bribed with my car, which i didn't need anyways. why should i need a car if there was no you to ride in it with me.
but eventually, i did tell the group about you. everything about you. from your horrible singing, to your blush and everything else. and they didn't understand why i was so shaken. i realized that they didn't know where you were.
"she's in the stars,"
and when i said that, everyone's eyes popped out of their skulls. they started apologizing profoundly. their sorries would do nothing. you were still gone,
but the lead lady, she gave me this idea. she told me to write a series of letters to you, to tell you all i wanted to tell you.
i changed her idea up though.
i'd already told you all that was needed to be said, but you stil didn't know why i loved you. you'd always question me about it. these are a few of my reasons, darling.
i loved you because i did.
love, me
YOU ARE READING
Reasons Why I Loved You
Contoletters from him to her, telling her why he loved her. [lowecase intended]