muse

hard hitting mess

Muse,

I am hopelessly in love with the idea of being your best friend. Like a hopeless dreamer I just can't seem to let go of the possibility, because it could happen. It won't, but the fact you're still here makes it plausible. I can't imagine any of this is mutual, because that would make me far too lucky a person.

If you forced me to be honest and open, the best word I could use would be respect. I don't know if you'll ever understand how much I respect you, or why. The funny thing about respect is that it hits me harder than love does, probably because it's not as simplistic as love is. And this whole... Thing, just hits me harder than I ever expected it to. It's like when you run from behind me and grab my shoulders; scary for a moment and certainly unexpected, but it makes me smile every single time.

Truthfully yours,

Carrillo.