I'm broken and bruised. I'm annoying and self destructive. I'm a pain and a bore. But yet you love me.
Little do you know that I've been saying the same back to you. You might know because I'm bad at hiding my feelings. You probably don't realize how much I care about you. How much I cared. How much it hurt when I thought you were done with me. What I would do for you to be happy. How protective I am over you. How much I don't want to mess this up. How many days you helped me get out of bed. How many times you had saved me just by existing. How different I feel towards you then other crushes. How much I would have been happy with. How many times I fell asleep only because I was cuddling the bear you gave me. How often you inspired me to keep writing. How many dreams and day dreams you were in. How many songs made me think of you. How many times I nearly convinced myself to make a move. How many times I went to things just because I knew you would be there. This and many more.
Though everything was overly complicated I wouldn't trade it for anything if it meant that our relationship wouldn't be as good as it is. I love you. As much as my teenage heart can. I understand life will grow more complicated but I hope that we can continue to talk no matter what happens.
Love from the crazy girl that you somehow love.
