dear you,
i think so much because of you. i think about you and every step leading to you. when we met. what we said. when we touched hands in the darkroom. the first time i texted you. how i was afraid of liking you. now i do like you. and you liked me. why would i call it off? because i have morals. i’m beginning to hate my morals. my heart is begging to be yours.
always,
me
