It was when I was 14 that I met my umbrella. They saved me. I'm not talking about a device that keeps the rain off of you, but someone who keeps you safe and comforts you when you're scared. I'm lucky enough to still talk to them now.
So this one's for my umbrella:
Dear You,
I apologize for writing this. I'm sure I'll regret it later.
Like I've told everyone, you mean so much to me. To the point of when I hear your name, even if they aren't referring to you directly, I will smile and giggle and act like a lovestruck schoolgirl.
On average, I think about you over 100 times a day. Hell, I think the first day we started talking I had to scroll back like, 50 pages to read all of our conversation.
Various people will think they're you, but you'll know. Cause you get me. We have so many inside jokes that I don't even understand all the way anymore but I don't mind.
Everyone knows I'm in way over my head here. Doing what I do. Ruining lives and hurting people, the family business. But you stayed anyway.
You've left before and it nearly killed me. I wanted so badly for you and I to last forever, but we both know that things can and will come to an Abrupt and Tragic Ending.
Our story shouldn't be written down, but it is. And here I am. Writing it. Breaking some kind of seal of secrecy on us but I'm not using names so it's alright.
Unfortunately you probably don't even read this so you'll never know my true feelings. If you do read this, however, I'd like to ask you to read the first letter of every paragraph. Including the first sentence...
Thank you for being my umbrella, love.
