sabato, aprile 13, 2013

An Old Letter I Wrote, Never Sent

Dear _____,

I admire you as more than a friend,

(The difference between a friend and a lover is less of type, more of degree. By varying degrees we interject into one another's lives, claiming by these acts that yes, our existences are mutually benefited.)

but I won't try to make us more than friends.

(You're better off with our friendship as is, and to take it to the that next level is probably not feasible or desirable. I have some growing to do, and who knows - you might just become even more amazing, in time! I would just hinder you from becoming a better you, in too close of proximity. At least right now.)

I figured... I just wanted to let you know that I like you, wanted to say it with no strings attached.

(Wait a couple years, see what happens. Maybe we'll be ready and right for one another by then, maybe not. But just know that I want the best for you, always.)

By the time you get this, I will probably be gone again. But I still want to watch Ponyo.

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