There’s no point in me even writing this, since I’ll never ever tell you in real life, but I feel as if I need to get it off my chest. The feelings I feel for you are surreal, I’ve never felt them for anyone else. You’re so fucking perfect and morale, and here I am being an offensive piece of crap. I don’t even mean to be either!
But you… You could never be offensive. You’re so good and UGH. I just want to be with you. Your music is so wonderful it makes my brain jump around like it has to wiz. You’re the smartest and kindest person I’ve ever come across and I’m so lucky to even be called your friend.
You inspire me to be a better person. No one in my life has ever made me give two shits about ANYTHING, not even myself. When I talk with you though, I just want to go save orcas or something. You treat me like I’m a person, like I’m worth something, even though I’m one-hundred percent sure I’m better off being dog poo that someone stepped in. Your soul has bewitched me more than you could ever dream.
To summarize, I guess I love you.
Yeah… I love you.