I was never good with words, I always freed my bottled up emotions by canvas and watercolor, maybe some paper and gel pen in school. Why am I writing this now? Because for the first time in my life, I'm not sure what to paint. The love slipes out of my hands like an eel when I want to express it. I can't pick one thing I like about you, because you are so wonderful and I can't condense the feelings swirling inside me into a painting. Now you must think I'm stupid and rightfully so. I'm just a weird artistic soul who always has something colorful on her hands, be it paint, gel pen marks, felt pen stripes or whatever. Unlike you I don't look like a fairy from an old storybook. I can't move as gracefully as a dragonfly balancing on water. Your eyes sparkle like diamonds, mine ar black as coal. As I said before I'm clumsy with words and now I just say bad things about myself instead of getting to the point. So here it is, I'm finally writing it down: I love you, I have been for a long time. No matter how weird I am, you still smile at me, you don't force a long conversation, because you know very well that I'm not capable of it. I know we don't have many classes together, but I think I know you enough to make my heart want to explode in my chest. When you touch me butterflies flood in my body, I almost suffocate. It is terribly painful, but I wouldn't give it up for the world. I can't say this to your face, I can hardly describe it. I'm not asking you to love me, you don't even have to answer. I only ask one thing: Don't look at me with hatred from now on.
Love, Alexis
Dear Alexis,
I did not expect this confession from you. I appreciate you trying to put your feeling into words. Please don't beat yourself up, you are beautiful in your own chaotic way. I would never hate you for that. I'm not saying this is the most beautiful thing I've read, I recieved much more collected letters. BUT this is my favorite. You know why? Because I love you too, you're weird and scattered, you spend all your money on watercolor and I don't care it's not suppsed to be attractive, I think it is. I love you too stupid. The only question left is: Would you be my girlfriend? Would you be able to love me openly? I don't want to be anyones dirty little secret, I want a girl who is proud to call me her girlfriend.
Love, Eden
I did not expect this confession from you. I appreciate you trying to put your feeling into words. Please don't beat yourself up, you are beautiful in your own chaotic way. I would never hate you for that. I'm not saying this is the most beautiful thing I've read, I recieved much more collected letters. BUT this is my favorite. You know why? Because I love you too, you're weird and scattered, you spend all your money on watercolor and I don't care it's not suppsed to be attractive, I think it is. I love you too stupid. The only question left is: Would you be my girlfriend? Would you be able to love me openly? I don't want to be anyones dirty little secret, I want a girl who is proud to call me her girlfriend.
Love, Eden
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