There is this girl, her name is Allison. I regret to inform I have fallin’ madly in love with her. It s****. She has soft wheat blonde hair, perfect teeth, amazing eyes that I loose myself in nearly all the time. She’s going through a rough time, not comfortable in the body she was born with. I want to support her and help her get her body she needs to be happy. The body that let’s her be herself without pain.

I want to help Allison figure herself out. Even if it means she likes guys rather than other girls. I want to be there for her for every step, even if I get nothing in return. Even if she no longer wishes to be my friend I will cheer her on the best way I can.

It’s rare I fall for someone, simply because I myself hate me more than anyone can fathom. I feel I don’t deserve the joy of falling in love, like I should be miserable in a dark deep hole alone rather than in the clouds, dreaming that maybe one day, we might kiss, or even, oh God, hold hands.

Allison, you may never find this, or even know this is about you. But you have stolen this poor girl’s heart, to where it’s sometimes hard to sleep.

(P.S. It’s not your fault. I can’t help but loving you but I will never put you in the position where you feel you have to love me back. My main priority in life is to see you happy, even if it’s not with me.)