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Dear Jason, I don’t think you will ever understand how much you mean to me. You are such an incredible person, and I swear your smile and laugh light up the darkest room. You are the kind of person I want to be, the kind of man I’ve always wanted to fall in love with. You are always making people smile and being as kind as you can. There is never a problem when you are around; you make everything better just by cracking a joke. My words cannot even begin to describe just how much I love you. I mean, even if I got the chance and the courage to tell you what you have done for me, what you mean to me, I still don’t think you’d understand just why you’re amazing in my eyes. But that’s okay, because you understand me. You get me far more than anyone else I’ve ever met. You don’t even need to try. It just sort of clicks and flows, and I feel so confident around you. I’ve never had that with anyone. Your presence eases my nerves, makes me grin immediately and enables me to talk to you like I’ve never been able to talk to anyone as soon as I’ve met them. You know the right things to say and do. In a matter of half an hour, you understood me well enough to be able to do what no one else had been able to do that day: stir me from my reverie and cheer me up. You saved me that day. I was lost, and you found me. You included me; you made me feel a little better. You knew what I needed and you provided. I was down but you brought me up. I needed you to keep throwing things at me and smiling your charming, sympathetic smile. I needed you to keep getting me a drink, despite the fact I kept saying no. I needed YOU. And a part of me always will need you. So, Jason, here’s to you, for being a great person. For being a friend. For being there for me. For always knowing what I need. For joining me when I was alone. For always looking out and seeing when I need you. For making me sing damn karaoke with you just because I looked bored. For loving me. For being my guardian angel. For being you. Please, I beg you, don’t ever, ever change. I love you just the way you are.
Dear Dominik.
You are my best friend and we’ve been best friends for years now.
You’ve always been around and you are really lovely.
You’re my best friend and that’s it.
I don’t want to date you or kiss you or anything.
I can’t even imagine going out with you.
Please stop trying to make it happen.
I like another guy.
I like you too, but in a different way.
I never had any love interest in you.
Please stop asking if I wanna date you, not even jokingly.
I’m sick of it and the answer will always be no.
Just spare yourself the pain.
All I want it him to ask me out and love me.
Not you. Ever. Please stop. I love you as my best friend and that’s it.
Dear Tilly,
I’d give anything to have you back. I’m sorry that I didn’t protect you, now it’s too late & you’re gone. I’m sorry. I’ll always look for you even if I’ll never find you.
I love you.
xo
You,
I’ve never been in a relationship. I’ve don’t even know if someone i’ve been interested has been interested in me back, even if only a little. I’m so shy and so inexperienced so if what you are doing is trying to make the first move then please, i’m begging you, do it already because I know that I can’t. I’m awkward and lonely and I don’t know how. I promise you won’t be making all the effort, just the initial “hey, how are you?” After that I’ll still be nervous, I’ll still be awkward, and I’ll probably still be wondering what to do next but eventually I’ll figure it out.
You jump, I jump. That’s what I’m trying to say.
Me.
The hardest part about being friends with someone of the opposite sex is that there is always the chance for feeling something more. Maybe it doesn’t always happen, but the possibility of it happening is always there. The thing about it though, is that it almost always results in one falling in love with the other without the feelings being returned.
All of this has led me here. I have not told him and I’m almost certain that I never will. He’s intelligent, witty, beautiful, kind and forgiving. He knows everything about me, even the bad things yet he has stuck around. He is like me in every single possible way. We are both extremely awkward with everyone but each other. We both are very stubborn. We talk for hours about what we want in life and he doesn’t even know that when I explain my dreams, I’m picturing it all with him.
People say it’s simple. “Just tell him.” But in my twenty years of living, nothing seems scarier than losing him.
x
me
