Dear You,

I’m just like everyone else. I tried to convince myself that I’m different: that I’m not the same as the girls you’re used to leading on, that I won’t get hurt, that I wouldn’t fall for you. Yet, here I am. Falling harder than I have ever before. These feelings scare me. Scare me more than my greatest fears and they overpower me more than my biggest ambitions.

I want to be the one to change you. I know you’ve messed up, and everyone keeps warning me. You’re the biggest asshole around; I’m going to get my heart-broken. I already know that I will. You won’t love me the way I’m falling in love with you. And this should sadden me. But, every sweet word you say, every quirky smirk you send my way, melts my heart.

Most people would consider me as one of the most heartless people they know. I move on from one guy to the next within the blink of an eye. Yet, you hold me tight. It’s like your a trap, and I’m fighting–struggling to break free. But I can’t. Maybe, if I put my mind to it, I could. Yet, it seems like my heart refuses to let go. I’m heartless enough to be considered a heartbreak, but even the heartbreakers get’s their hearts stolen sometime.

You took mine. I’m not ashamed to admit that you were the first person I ever fell in love with. You’re one of the greatest people alive. I’m proud to say I love you (once I get the courage anyways). I don’t want you to leave. I’ll probably cry: it won’t be pretty. Just, I just want you to know…

…I don’t want you to say the things you say to me, because you think I want to hear them. I do, but not if they aren’t true. I’m stronger enough to handle that, and when you said you owed it to me to know what’s up I hope you meant what you said. Everything I tell you, I mean. I know I’m sarcastic, bitter, and I hide my feelings. But eventually, soon Baby, soon. You’ll know how I feel.

I want to be the one that you change for. I really wish it’ll come true, because no matter how bad my life turns out to be, that’ll make me smile every time. We met in middle school, and some twisted fate, even after we graduated we’re still talking. I never, in my wildest dreams, expected us to ever even happen. Just talk to me. If you ask me to wait for you, I promise, I’ll never look at another person again. All you have to do is ask. And fall for me the way I’m falling for you.

I love you, Dear. I probably will for a long time. I won’t forget you, and I hope you can say the same about me. Y