I’m sorry if this letter isn’t beautiful but it’s beautiful in my head and this is for me not for you. This is me needing to let out some things. Let out some of the things I have imagined. That I could really be near you. Truly near you. That I could meet your gaze again but this time it leads to that kiss that I’ve imagined so many times. And that that kiss would lead to me grabbing at you like a lifesaver tossed to me in the middle of the ocean. And that I would become careless and uncoordinated and mindlessly rip your shirt off because clothes are just another barrier keeping me from you and I’m so tired of being kept from you. Do you know how badly I want to pull you on top of me and grab you and pull you into me as if you belong in me and I’m simply putting you back where you belong? It’s probably gross I know but I want you so violently that I just can’t take it anymore. I have seen you I promise I see you but I want to see more. I want to see you panting with sweat dripping off of your forehead and onto my bare skin I want to be drenched in you. I want you to melt into me. There are kids here so I won’t go too far but one day they will know what it is to want a man the way that I want you.