Letters to Crushes
Dear Fabian
Fabian,
You don't know how much your name intoxicates my mind. And you most certainly don't know how much time I spend in front of the mirror just mouthing your name, a sincere smile on my face.
I just wish you did. Things would probably be easier. I could easily tell you how beautiful I think you are. How your wavy hair hangs flawlessly just over your shoulders. How the butterflies in my stomach begin creating a tornado every time you hug me. How every time our hands connect somehow, my heart smiles. How much I love it when you approach me.
You are the air that I breathe, the first and last thing I think about every day, you're in my dreams constantly and everything you do is beautiful in my eyes.
If only I could tell you how hurt I felt when your sister told me you liked that girl and that she liked you back, it drove me towards an anxiety attack. I cried when I saw you holding hands with that same girl, but I know she isn't your girlfriend. I wish I could tell you that I'm so close to just saying I'm in love with you.
If only I could tell you everything.
You opened up to me, and I thank you for that. Now I want to help you. I want to make you feel pure again. I want to help you feel genuinely happy. I want to pull you from the depression and the suicidal thoughts, and all the darkness that surrounds you.
If you could let me in, I could make a difference. I promise I'll make sure they never hurt you again.
If that means I'd have to sacrifice every hope and dream I have of being with you, then so be it. I promise I won't hurt you. Please, let me help.
With all the love my heart can muster,
Dakota.
You don't know how much your name intoxicates my mind. And you most certainly don't know how much time I spend in front of the mirror just mouthing your name, a sincere smile on my face.
I just wish you did. Things would probably be easier. I could easily tell you how beautiful I think you are. How your wavy hair hangs flawlessly just over your shoulders. How the butterflies in my stomach begin creating a tornado every time you hug me. How every time our hands connect somehow, my heart smiles. How much I love it when you approach me.
You are the air that I breathe, the first and last thing I think about every day, you're in my dreams constantly and everything you do is beautiful in my eyes.
If only I could tell you how hurt I felt when your sister told me you liked that girl and that she liked you back, it drove me towards an anxiety attack. I cried when I saw you holding hands with that same girl, but I know she isn't your girlfriend. I wish I could tell you that I'm so close to just saying I'm in love with you.
If only I could tell you everything.
You opened up to me, and I thank you for that. Now I want to help you. I want to make you feel pure again. I want to help you feel genuinely happy. I want to pull you from the depression and the suicidal thoughts, and all the darkness that surrounds you.
If you could let me in, I could make a difference. I promise I'll make sure they never hurt you again.
If that means I'd have to sacrifice every hope and dream I have of being with you, then so be it. I promise I won't hurt you. Please, let me help.
With all the love my heart can muster,
Dakota.