✓ | 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ( ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵉ )

thirteen

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ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ⁱ'ᵐ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ.

saturday, july 12th 2020

dear corbyn,

i don't even know where to begin. from the day i first laid my eyes on you, i knew we were meant to be. you seemed weird, you still are, but i learned to love your quirkiness. i mean, who wouldn't? personality is key. 

damn. i'm so bad at this. i'll... just spit it out.

i love you, corbyn matthew besson. i fucking love you! i know you're not into boys (at least i think you aren't), but i really do adore you. even if you don't feel the same way, i still do. 

you're fucking irresistible! the way you pull at your earlobe when you read, the way your hair looks like fluffy clouds, the way your teeth glisten whenever you smile.

i can't fucking believe that i never got to tell you that i'm in love with you in person (unless my second attempt didn't work and these letters are worthless.)

you're the reason i made it this far, corbyn. you were there for me in the darkest of times and i can't believe i took you for granted.

you know, i may have not outlived trump, or pet every dog in the world, but at least i got to meet you and be in a wonderful band with you. that's what really counts.

again, you're the reason i made it this far. every single thing i do, i think 'what would corbyn think of this decision?'. i know if i possibly lived through my second attempt, you would beat the shit out of me.

you've taught me so many things over the years. like what love is, and how it feels to have someone who actually cares about your health and how you're doing.

i'm going to miss your soft, comforting voice. your endless hugs. the way you came to me everyday and had long, unforgettable talks about our day and about everything that was going on with the world.

i'm especially gonna miss how you always put my dumbass before yours. even if you were tired and it was 4 a.m., you would stay up until the end of my ranting. or until i fell asleep.

remember when we would talk over chips and ice cream? insulting the boys while laughing hysterically after calling jack a mushroom because of how his hair looked?

you were such an inspiration to me, the fans as well. what would i have done without you and your smart ass?

you really are an angel. a blessing, if i'd say so myself. i couldn't thank you enough, even if i tried.

it's been an honor working with you, but it's my time to go.

i love you, corbyn matthew besson.
goodbye.

-daniel