I still see you, and long to be with you. You make my bad day good, just by showing me your face.
I’m sad when you don’t smile, and euphoric when you do. I speak to you constantly, but I never tell you how I feel.
I long to tell you that I need you, and hear you say you need me too. Even though you probably won’t.
I wish you were here with me, so I could show you this letter. Maybe then you’d finally know how I feel about you. For you, I’d do anything. I’d wrestle a bear, or give up everything that brings me some sense of joy. I’d be yours forever, if only I could tell you…