If you ever see this, you’ll probably think it’s cringy. You don’t like letters written for you, I guess? But I don’t mind. I love making memories with you, even if it’s just a letter.
Another day has gone by, but my feelings for you just get more profound each day. I wish I could message you all the time, but we have other things to do. When am I going to wait to finally see and hug you? I need to be strong and keep on hoping that one day I’ll be able to hold your hands for the first time. Every day, I think about every moment I’m going to spend with you once you are here with me. I hate waiting, but I don’t know why it is so different from you.
They say it’s scary if someone gives you butterflies because it implies you’re going to get hurt badly, but with you, I feel butterflies and comfort. What could that possibly mean?
