Love letters to my non-existent boyfriend

#7

We are texting right now and we are talking about our favorite music. Yours is rap and hip-hop. I don't have a favorite genre. I love music in general. If it has a beat, I love it. You called me yours again and it was really cute, you know how to make me blush without even trying. 

Right now I'm jamming out to a song in my room while the rest of my family is just sitting in the living room watching football, now I love football too,, don't get me wrong, but I needed some alone time, so I'm writing to you. 

Writing to you is like my escape now, even though you'll never read these letters. If you ever find these I don't even know what I'll do. I have to protect these with my life. I love writing these but I don't know what you'll think if you ever find these letters. We also had a weird conversation about food. It made me smile, but everything you do makes me smile. 

You are replying really fast now and it makes me feel special. Maybe that's just me, but I love it when people reply fast, it makes the conversation feel more important. It also shows that you are interested. 

We have had two arguments by now and one of them was about who loved the other more. The other one was about whether or not I was pretty, you thought I was and I didn't think so. 

You have this way of making me feel important, especially to you and I love that. It makes me happy, I'm afraid that I will lose you though because nothing good has ever happened to me and you are here, which is something good. 

My friends think that we are cute together, but they don't know about our late night conversations, or about the "I love you"s and it makes me crazy that I can't tell them. They don't even know about the hickey you gave me. 

Oh the story about the hickey, you were staying after school so I decided to stay with you, being the good friend that I am, we were just friends at this time, but little did I know that in a few hours, everything would change between us. You found a private room and that I liked neck kisses, I mean who doesn't, and you decided to start kissing my neck, eventually it became a hickey and I started freaking out, this was never supposed to happen, and you thought it was cute that I was worried. 

My friends called their parents to bring makeup to cover it up, which saved me from my parents, and you stayed for my concert. You gave me my first hickey 25 minutes before my concert. It was terrifying at the time, now it's just funny to the both of us. 

You almost gave me my first kiss until my sister walked into the room and I remember being so mad that she walked in, and you thought it was cute that I got mad. You called me cute and said that you were mine if I would be yours. You told your friends to fuck off when they started being assholes to me and it made me blush. You told me that you would fight anyone for me if you had to and you are so sweet it makes me so happy that I've met you. You give me something to look forward to everyday at school. I get really excited when I know that I'll get to see you at lunch. 

You had to go to sleep 20 minutes ago so I will stop writing for now. Good night love. Bye.