Letters to Gabe

Dear Gabe,
It wasn't long ago, a couple weeks at most. You were on your knees and browsing comic books. You looked up at me and light brown hair brushed gently onto your forehead. The school library was dim and poorly lit but your almost translucent blue eyes somehow gathered an glimmer from the over head lights. I felt a smile creep to my features but I suppressed it in order to keep up a cool facade.You said something. What, I don't know due to temporary memorization, but your pink lips were moving in stark contrast to your pale skin, so you did say something. I only hope it's not something important I missed. But then you laughed. I was pulled abruptly from my daze, I've never heard a more perfect laugh, I swear. You leaned forward ever so slightly and turned your gaze back to the comics and manga.
In a moment, I stood back and thought to myself, how can one person be so fucking magnificent? So brilliant? Just utterly perfect? That's when I realized.
And this is where our story begins.