To the only person I've ever really been in love with,
You were my first, my only. The moment I lay eyes on you, I knew we’d be something. Maybe friends, maybe lovers, maybe everything in between.
You have soft brown eyes and a smile that could light up anyone’s world. You’re shy about it though. I love seeing you happy and your laugh makes me gulp, because I can feel my heart beating faster, as if it’s trying to run. As if it’s trying to run right out of me just to be closer to your heart.
People don’t love you enough. You fall for the wrong people, the ones who won’t treat you right. You see the perfect versions of them, and I like that about you. But still, you’re heartbroken. I’d love you right.
I never told you that our memories run through my head at a hundred miles per hour. Your name is etched in my mind. Your touch makes me bite my lip. The thought of you brings tears to my eyes at night because you will never be mine.
We fall for the wrong people a lot. People who don’t deserve us. But I’ve always felt like I never deserved you. You’re fucking perfect. Everything about you is perfect. You’re smart and good looking and talented and kind and good hearted. How could anyone not fall in love with you? How could you expect me not to fall in love with you?
My god. If I get anything in this universe, I just want it to be you. When you look at me, I feel like the whole world belongs to me. When I can make you smile, I remember that’s all I need.
If I don’t end up with you, every person I ever fall in love with will be a piece of you. Because I know, in this life we only get one soulmate, one destiny. Damn it. You’re mine. But you’re not mine. If only you were.
You’ll never read this. You’ll never even realize someone in this world loves you so much.
