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"Hey, you've reached Sally, you know what to do!"

Sal, I listened to your message. I can't believe I didn't notice you a long long time ago. Well, I mean I did, we've been neighbors since we came out of the womb, but I, Jesus Christ I'm stumbling on my words like crazy.

I meant every drunken word I said to you that night, and I always will. I know I've been a real douchebag lately, keeping you way out of the picture while I prance off with my girlfriend, but I want you to know, I want you and you only. Ariana is........pretty much abusive. She's always drunk or high, and she doesn't support what I do or want to do.

You're like the fresh air in my lungs. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders when you flash your perfect smile. I want to see that smile more often. But it's too risky. That really sounds idiotic and selfish, but I don't want you to get hurt by my crazy almost-ex.

Kissing you was new. Not to sound like I'm bragging, but after kissing multiple girls, your kiss was the one that makes me feel something. You make me feel so good, in the most innocent way possible. I touch your hand, it doesn't feel strange or heavy and clunky, it feels delicate, and I don't want to shake the feeling. In fact, every time I touch you, I can feel it for hours on end.

I want you. I want you I want you I want you. You're amazing, I always knew you'd be something in my life and god was I right. I wish you were mine.

I can promise you that I'll make you mine soon. I'll make things right soon, Sal.

Damnit, while we're all sappy and being honest, I'll say it too, I love you, Sal, and I promise to stand by that for the rest of my life.

Call soon, Sal.