Dear Isaac;

Really

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love how even terrible lighting could bring out your best features, and you're not exactly perfect but that's okay.

Because you're perfect to me.

And also I really, really love you.

I try.

I really do. But I can't help but feel the ache in my heart, throbbing so hard it's almost impossible to ignore and I try to take deep breaths, because I'm in love with you and you were never mine to begin with.

And you possibly never will be.