dear brendon, you're here.

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and i think i love you.

you came into my life and you've embedded yourself here. we talk for hours on end and i think i love you.

i haven't told you though. i don't think i can. how do i tell the most important person to me something that could make them leave? leave me alone with no one that i'm meant to love. unrequited is better than none at all, right?

you're in my maths and english. you sit next to me in physics. it's great.
two months ago, i didn't know you existed, and now you're a huge part of my life.

dear brendon, i wish i could tell you. i love you.

but you don't love me back. i don't think you ever will. i'll learn to deal with it so i won't get hurt. i'll learn to deal because there is something there. there isn't what i want, but there's something.

and for now, brendon, that's good enough. i can't ask much more but it's okay because i love you and nothing can change that.

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