one by one

the sixth letter

❝Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you❞

eve,

do you want to talk to me?

maybe you do.

maybe you don't.

this love, though, it grows all the time.

every time i see you, it grows just a little bit more.

is it possible to love someone so much that it hurts?

it must be, because that is what is happening to me.

whenever i am around you, i feel lighter, happier. but i also feel like i'm being crushed by the weight of the world.

lately, you have seemed troubled.

is it because of me?

i don't want it to be my fault.

i don't want to taint you and your pureness.

i don't want to ruin your quirkiness.

it's what makes you you.

the strange music you listen to, all the books you read. the community dances you take part in, and all the little activites you do like set up arts and crafts stalls at fairs. that fact that you wear these quirky clothes that aren't 'hipster' but so unique and you that it looks amazing. the way you speak, especially when it's about your dreams for the future.

i want to be in them, you know.

i want to be part of your future.

but i won't be, and i wouldn't ruin all the things that make you so amazing.

the things that make me love you.

your secret admirer