I wrote this on April 4th for my friend’s birthday…oh how wrong I was.

You are charming, kind, and charismatic, and I can’t help but be drawn to you. I’m extremely glad that you stumbled into my weird little life and that you became a part of it. Trying to explain every good thing that exists because of you is like trying to count the stars. I can try, but it’s absolutely impossible for me to do no matter how hard I try. You are perfect in an imperfect way all of your own. I’m sorry that sometimes I get a little jealous when I see you with other people or just thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could. I guess it’s my insecurities acting up. Because I know I’m not the prettiest, or the smartest, or the most fun or exciting girl to be around.

Most days, I can’t wait to see your face or hear your voice travel to my mind when you appear. Like a single snowflake across the horizon, you are the only thing to catch my attention, some, however, may say you are the one thing to take me out of our world and into my own dreams and imagination.

I am always afraid that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I will lose you like I lose everyone else. You have always told me that there was nothing to be afraid of with you but what if there is? I trust you will never hurt me but what if I’m wrong? I know I’m a handful at most times but please never give up on me. If you give up on me, I might give up on me too.

And even though we never thought that day would come, you left me didn’t you?