I just have this mad feeling to say this out loud, and honesty, I no longer care if this is gonna be published here on my blog or not.
I love you, okay? Nothing else matters now because I really do. I have been loving you since the day we’ve met. Since I first talked to you, I instantly felt this attraction that is between us. I don’t know if it’s love at first sight, because I honestly do not believe in such, but you — you’re different. I have never felt this rage of emotions and it’s just amazing how you make me feel.
Looking back, I remember what you were wearing the day we met: the blue ragland, which is one of your favorite shirts, brown trousers and boat shoes. Yeah, you were wearing boat shoes. I don’t know how it could have happened that someone like you could make me feel something so fictional, so subjective and bizarre that I couldn’t help but think to myself, “I want his attention all to be mine.” And I guess that’s exactly what happened and more.
For 10 months and counting, I have loved you, and still continue loving you despite all the flaws, friction and imperfections that you have. I love your imperfections like the way you smile that makes your shaved face expand, how your eyebrows look like caterpillars, but fits you perfectly. How your lashes are so long that you sometimes hate them, which I think is beautiful; your feet that are too big with a foot size of 13, which is pretty cool.
I love you, and I always want to be with you, and if you would allow, I want that to be a fact forever and always.
I don’t usually allow people to enter my heart, because I’m afraid that they’ll take too many pieces of its already deformed self, but with you I’m willing to give every piece that I have and dare not take it back.
We may not know what’s ahead of us, but I’m sure as hell that I want to spend it with you.
I love you. Hopelessly, truly, madly and irrevocably.