You know that feeling at the pit of your stomach when you just KNOW you're meant to be and you know that even if he doesn't say it that he loves you and has done through everything and you can't find words explain it to anyone because they will never get it.
I'm never gonna have you, and there's no point being upset about it.
I'm just glad I was able to witness something so beautiful as you.
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.
The boy who lives in the dorm above me and my roommate is so loud that I've considered stabbing a samurai sword through my ceiling to try to impale him on multiple occasions.
Really. He stomps around all the time. He likes to drop something bouncy on the floor that sounds like a basketball, or a bowling ball, or maybe a boulder. I dunno.
He blasts music really loudly late at night. He yells at his TV. He randomly laughs. I've been so good at ignoring that.
But the other day I recognized the music he was playing loudly enough for the sound waves to be picked up on other planets. He was blasting Daft Punk, some songs from each of their albums.
So I decided the proper course of action was to leave a sticky note on his door telling him I approve of his choice of music.
He thought I was being sarcastic, so about ten minutes later I found a note on my door apologizing for the noise with a coin taped to it and the words "Here, have a quarter for your troubles."
Well, I couldn't have him thinking I was being sarcastic, so I left another sticky note apologizing with a Euro taped to it.
Five minutes later there was a knock on my door.
He's absolutely gorgeous. He's tall - I could probably wear four inch heels and still be shorter than him, which is quite rare in my life. And he is the absolute nicest person I've ever met.
First thought: "Damn, now I can't mindlessly hate the mystery boy for being really fucking obnoxious."
And now he's upstairs blasting the shit out of a Vampire Weekend song. And I'm lying in my bed appreciating him from about ten feet below him.
But I wish I was appreciating him from 0.00000000001 inches below him.
I think my favorite letters are the simple ones - the ones that just say, "I love you." Because I picture someone sitting at home with their computer, taking a deep breath, and finally admitting to themselves that yes, they're in love with someone, and it's okay.
You give me butterflies.
Their wings are razor-sharp and quipped with venom. They don't flutter with sweet intentions; they twist and collide and scrape my organs until my abdomen is tight and sore.
That's how much it hurts to love you.
Recently on the main ltc page there's a letter saying how God see's our letters.
Last night was hell. I cried. I didn't even cry myself dry, it just kept coming. I was angry. I sat up in bed and talked to God. Well more like yelled. I said "forgive me for being so angry, but if you see me then why do doesn't my pain end!"
I woke up and my eyes were nearly swollen shuts. I left like I had a hangover. No make up could hide my pain. Everyone kept asking me today if I was ok. It was visible to everyone.
At the end of my day, I found out that he's coming down this weekend. I'll see him for the first time in months. Something instantly changed in me. I smile, and nearly cried tears of Joy.
I can't even put into words how dark and cold it's been, but hearing that news made me light up. I looked in the mirror tonight and my eyes sparkled, unlike earlier.
I can't wait to feel your presents again.
God heard my prayer. God read my letter. He knows my desires and how much I ache. Sometimes I think that if I were to hear his voice he was say"would you just trust me already".
Anyway I survived another day and I can't wait for this weekend.
Dear any guys who have been fortunate enough to fall for a shy girl,
Tell her. Please. If you are at all suspicious of her liking you back, get her alone and tell her. And once you've told her, be patient. Be kind and loving. Shy girls tend to take a while to break out of their shell. Seriously though, tell her.
-sincerely, a guy who didn't tell her
You know what pisses me off? Unrequited love. It just pisses me off to complete extremes and I hate it. Why is it that awesome people fall for people that don't appreciate how awesome they are? How can so much love and adoring go unnoticed by people? It just isn't fair. I pined after this guy for like two years, and I mean, I got him (by some legitimate miracle) and I'm happy, but I feel for other people, and I know what it's like. Like it sucks. Like it really sucks. There are some really cool people out there who deserve better than unrequited love. Like you! You deserve so much better than wanting a person that isn't worth how amazing you are, or isn't smart enough to realize that you're probably the most perfect person for them because you're just the most perfect person for anyone because you're amazing. So there. You rock and they suck. Rant over. I'm gonna go call my poor, unsuspecting boyfriend who has to deal with my rants and rant about this some more because I'm mad for y'all.