1:57 am.
dear him,
i met you three years ago, but it feels like a whole lifetime. i remember being mesmerized by the way you moved, the way your walk is confident but hides a sliver of self -doubt in the way your feet don’t carry you in perfect parallel lines. i think you are so beautiful. i have helped many a friend try to get your heart to race for them. i have watched as they slipped into the blissful state of rose-colored affection for you. i have listened to the way they dissect the kind words that you say. i have wondered how it would feel to be on the receiving end of such caring words. i have smiled along on the sidelines as they line up one by one, waiting for the next friend to be the one whose glass slipper fits in your hand. this was hard for me, but i do not mind. nothing in life is truly ever easy. if everything was easy, we would all be dead.
never lose your smile. girls may say they love your smile, but they don’t. they only love it if it is sculpted for them. they didn’t love it when it rested under thick-rimmed glasses and a lovely mess of hair. they didn’t watch you pull sweatshirts over your torso because you thought you were flawed. they never felt the screaming urge to remind you that you have nothing to be ashamed of.
time means nothing of the bond between to people, but it is driving me crazy to see your heart beat for girls who never noticed you until you were polished. how does one fully appreciate the diamond if they never got to witness it in the rough? keep this in mind the next time you feel the butterflies picking at your stomach when she smiles at you. please protect that golden-sculpted heart of yours. i know how fragile our bodies can be.
you are the type of boy that can share a laugh with just about anyone. that is such a rare and beautiful trait to have. most of us these days barely remember how to say hello. i’m not one for smiling, but you somehow manage to get the ends of my lips tipping upwards, and i don’t know how to repay you for that.
you are the type to be good at everything you try, yet fail to see it. you are so talented in so many things. you are such a creature of exquisite abilities. i am sure you could rule the world if you really tried. however, you manage to stay humble and filled with compassion. that combination is so rare, i am starting to think you are the only one of your kind left. never let the world harshen you. stay soft and wonderful, but tough when you need to fight for your heart.
i am not the best for conversation, but i cherish every exquisite word that spills off your tongue. you have one of the most beautiful minds i have ever witnessed, and though many notice your glorious face and well-poised body, they do not stop to get a piece of your mind. those who do not take time to explore the wonders of your mind are missing out. they will never hear the way you hesitate before telling a joke, as you are unsure if it is actually funny. they will never observe the way you speak slowly, and easily get lost in the sequence of events. they will never speak fondly of the way you are the most surprising kind of humorous, one of my favorite of your many favorable qualities.
you are the type to never think you are good enough. in this way, we are the same. i text you and ask you what are you doing, you are working to perfect your craft. god, if only you could see that most of what you do is already so impeccable. you do not need any work, but your dedication is enchanting. you always made me feel inferior, but not in a way where i felt hopeless. just enough to know that i could only ever admire you from a distance, that i could never measure up to you.
