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S,

I want to know what colour of paint is on your bedroom walls. I want to know whether you cross your legs when you watch your favourite show. I want to know what your fingers would feel like in mine. I want to know what your hair looks like when you wake up in the morning. I want to know what books made you cry. I want to know your favourite architect. I want to know how hard you can hug. But most of all I want to know if you want to know the same things about me.

— N

you,

i like when we sit next to each other and your leg fits perfectly against mine. i like when our feet bump and we don’t apologize. i like this comfort. i like this closeness. i like you.

— me

you,

when you called me last night my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with butterflies and when you said hello i could barely keep myself from sighing out loud and when you told me about your day i laughed so hard i almost fell off my bed and when you told me you loved my laugh i smiled so much my cheeks hurt and when we said goodbye i missed you immediately and now there’s nothing i want to do more in the world right now than kiss you.

— me

boy,

i was thinking this summer that maybe we could fall in love. you interested?

— girl

Smart girl,

I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.

For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.

Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that some day you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.

— Silly boy

Dear Self,

You’re going to be fine.

Sure you’re a little moody, and a little crazy, and a little unsure of everything you want. (Being honest, who isn’t?) But you’re fine.

The answers will come. You will understand what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll find someone to love. And you’ll figure it out eventually.

You will, and you know it.

In the meantime, keep smiling.

Love,
Self

boy,

A. best friend.
B. crush.
C. girlfriend.

I want to be your “D,” your “all of the above.”

— girl

you,

i don’t know what to say to you.

besides “hi, i like you, and you should like me back.”

— me

S,

sometimes i wonder how great we’d be if either of us had the courage to say something.

— a