hiya.
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July 9, 2011
Dear You,
We aren't even dating yet.
I mean, yeah, I used the excuse of using you as a pillow to get as close to you as I could at the fireworks on the Fourth of July, and you let me, and you reached for my hand about halfway through, and you wrote the corniest, sweetest Facebook status ever about watching fireworks in my eyes.
And you asked me to the county fair. Which I of course said yes to. Actually, you probably could have asked me on any date and I would have said yes to it. Well, within reason. I just want to be around you.
But we aren't dating. Not yet.
Which means I can't say that you're mine, or that I have the best boyfriend ever, and I don't have the right to brag and gush and babble about you with lights in my eyes yet.
You have no idea how badly I want to be in a relationship with you.
I want to go slow. So slow. But I want it to last so we can make it to faster parts.
I could deal with just holding your hand and giving you hugs forever if I had to. That's how much I like you.
I never want to lie to you. I want you to be able to trust me, and I, you.
I want to be able to fight with you without being scared of things ending. Fighting can be good, therapeutic. It reveals the truth.
I want to be able to pour my heart out to you without fear of judgment.
I'm good at corny words, too. Can we be corny with words together?
I want to be your best friend, the best girlfriend you can ever imagine, the girl you can kiss, fight with, count on.
Love,
Me
PS: I've liked you for years. It's just taken awhile to realize it.
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