Letters to Crushes #10

The girl with the dimples.

You know what I've fallen in love with about you?

I've fallen in love with the look on your face when you do your art. The way your eyebrows furrow and you bow your head down so low your nose nearly touches the table as you sketch or write poetry. The way you close your eyes and smile serenely as your beautiful voice soars. The way your fingertips are rough and calloused from all your guitar playing, and how, when I asked you if it hurt, you said, "It's a good kind of pain."

I've fallen in love with your extremely animated facial expressions, even when you're only quietly thinking to yourself (I caught you in the library alone one day, looking very serious and in deep thought, and then suddenly brightening up like the sun, sitting straighter with your finger raised like you got a brilliant idea).

I've fallen in love with your very random, endearingly odd thoughts, like, "How much pasta do you think it would take to circumnavigate the world?"

Wow, I am so in love with you, and I just. I can't even explain it.

You're amazing.

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Letters to Crushes #9

I have cancer and I've had it on and off the last four years with recent malignant tumors being found in my lungs requiring more chemo. I haven't had a serious relationship in years because of my sickness. Two weeks ago I was in the hospital and shared a room with a girl who was hopped up on Morphine for her disease. She never saw me and left before me. When I saw her again at a party I talked to her and now she comes and visits me when I get Chemo. She doesn't care that my legs are probably smoother than hers or that I don't have eyebrows. She doesn't care that I throw up right in front of her or get disgusted by the fact that I smell like mothballs and chemicals because of treatment.

This is the most amazing girl I have ever met in my 20 years of walking this Earth. Please God don't let me screw this up because for the first time in a long time I have someone I want to hold and give everything I possibly can to. I want to make her feel like she makes me feel, and I want to live everyday I can.

This coming Saturday is the day I'm going to kiss her before she goes home for Christmas. Wish me luck!

- Zach

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Letters to Crushes #8

'Why can't I talk to you?' You laughed. Your words were stuttered as you tried to explain the meaning behind your favourite song. 

It was cute, you were cute. Today was ace.

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Letters to Crushes #7

 "I mean none of them have ever had a girlfriend-"

"Wait. I'm your girlfriend?"

"If you want to be."

"Well do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"I don't think any human being has ever called another human being 6 times in 10 minutes to warn her about his weirdo friends he's bringing over that doesn't want to be her boyfriend."

"Cool."

"Cool."

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Letters to Crushes #6

10.10.16: Starting the week on a sweet note with this lovely piece of inspiration and happiness from letterstocrushes.com

He gave me a quick, one armed, ridiculous guy hug. "Bye, then," he said in a strange voice. 

"What?" I asked, amused, liking the feeling of his arm around me. My heart was breaking. I didn't want to leave, and I most certainly didn't want to leave my best friend. My much more than best friend. To me, anyway. 

"Listen," he said sharply, making me looking up. "I know you're not going to--not going to like this and I know I probably shouldn't even tell you but you're leaving and I don't want you to and I'm going to miss you a fuck of a lot, because I fucking love you. Like, a fucking lot. I've been in love with you for a long fucking time." He blinked back tears. 

Shock coursed through my veins. What. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, I fucking love you. And I'm sorry. And I'll probably never see you again. And that's okay. I hope you can be happy." 

I grabbed him by the shoulders, and leaned in for the best kiss of my life. 

When we broke apart, he clutched onto me, hugging me like I'd never been embraced before. "I love you, too," I whispered against his chest. "So much." 

"Will you come back and visit?"

"Always." 

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