A letter to someone who will never see it:
I can’t help it. I’m so in love with you. I think of you all the time. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. I only imagined someone like you could exist. Your art makes my longing so much worse. I can’t listen to one particular song without feeling like I’ve lost my breath. I know I’m crazy for feeling this way. I know I’m nothing to you. A comfort sometimes. That’s not a problem for me, except that I can’t help the longing. I dreamt I kissed you and it was so beautiful. But even my fondest dreams I can’t imagine you loving me back, not ever. I just watch you from afar, knowing you love someone else. I need for that to be enough, even if the pain bleeds through sometimes. It’s just a dream.
