I want you. I want your late night talks and your early morning yawns. I want to be the one you tell your heart to, the one you go to when you’re feeling down. I want to be your encourager. I want to hype you up, boost your self-esteem, tell you that you’re handsome. I want your mistakes and your faults. I want your flaws and your weaknesses. I want to show love to you when you don’t feel like showing love to yourself. If you fall, I want to be the one to pick you back up. I want your good and your bad. I want your joys and your sorrows. I want to be the one you talk about your plans with and all the dreams of your heart. I want to be the one who rubs your back when you’re stressed or to read you poetry and lull you to sleep. I want to be the one sitting in the passenger seat singing along to Chicken Fried at the top of our lungs. I want to be the one you send your favorite music to. I want to be your first thoughts in the mornings, and the one you dream about. I want to wipe away your tears. I want to hold you in my arms when you’re broken-hearted and I want to hold you together when you’re falling apart. I want to be the one you’re not afraid to double text because you know I always love hearing from you. I want to be the one you can give your weird conversations to. I want to be a source of your smiles. I want to be your thoughts when it’s 7am and you’re still waking up or when it’s 2pm and you’re doing something. I want to be your best friend. I want to be your partner in crime. I want to be the one you go to when you want advice. I want to be the person you want to hang out with every Friday night. I want to be your comforter, your safety net, your voice of wisdom, your second opinion, your bad joke dispenser. I want to be the one you are comfortable with. I want every side of you. I want your messes, I want your struggles, I want your descriptions of your day (even if it’s the same day over and over again). I want to be the one to help you shoulder your burdens. I want to be the one you go through life with. I want to be the one you love.

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  • Storm
2 months ago

They are lucky! I hope that they treasure you just as much.

  • butterfly
2 months ago

He does. Oh, he does. He considers me as the most precious thing he owns. We are beyond blessed.

  • anonymous lover
2 months ago

This is so beautiful and i love it so much. You exactly summed up how i feel about my crush. I just wish i knew how he feels 😢

  • t
25 days ago

I love this so much. This is exactly how I felt toward my first. but he didn't feel the same ;; ahh

  • K
25 days ago

I've had this guy friend for five years now, and we've never really looked at each other romantically but after reading this and realizing that we've been doing all the things you mentioned for so long now, I don't know. If this is love, maybe we've loved each other all along?

  • anonymous lover
24 days ago

He owns? Wait, are those his words?

If those are, please be very careful because they really sound like words someone who only views you as an object, a possession would use. People like this are great at creating a relatively short-lived fantasy world for you based on who they think you want them to be and them ripping you to shreds when the person that they are has come out.

Please, watch for any other signs that he might not be the ideal you think he is if those are his words, and one of his primary views of you.

  • butterfly
24 days ago

He doesn't say he owns me. If anything, I tease that I own his hands, his heart, the passenger seat of his car. I have never seen anyone value someone as much as he values me. He calls me his though, just as he tells me he is mine, just as we say that we are God's. The way he looks at me, it's like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. Even when I'm makeup-free, messy-haired, tired-eyed, and being clumsy.

We are going on 6 years of friendship, and everyone I talk to knows he is a good man. He's not perfect, but I still want every imperfection. :)

  • anonymous lover
22 days ago

This has to be one of my favorite front page letter in a while.

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