Letters to Crushes

Somewhere Out There,

I don't know who you are. I don't know where you'll be traveling from when we finally meet. I don't know what you'll look like when you smile. I don't know what your voice will sound like when I'll look over at you in the morning from across the bed.

But I do know this:

When we finally meet, I will make sure that your travel was worthwhile. When I finally see your face, I'll make it my mission to put that smile exactly where it should be. And when we wake up, I'll be there to make the coffee while you make our eggs.

-Patiently Waiting

Leslie, if you're reading,

i dont care that you like milk instead of water. or that you cheat in every chess game. doesnt really matter to me that you suck at spanish, cant play soccer for your life, or think babies are ugly. I don't even notice your bad hairdays anymore. I think its funny when you knock stuff over. And i know you've bounced from school to school to school this year, and that your mom puts her glass of wine before you. I like that your number has three consecutive 9s in it. And that you know more asian history then american. I like that you don't complement yourself. You don't scream when your scared. Your ears aren't pierced, your nails aren't painted. Skirts make you look shorter. I can use you as my arm rest.

you are everything i want, not everything i need. i love you leslie. now take it and run like i know you will.

The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let your hair fall in your beautiful face, the way you burst into a song in the middle of a class, the way you see life as nothing but a beautiful thing.

These things up there, are just a small amount of all the things I love about you.

You stole my heart.

5’8”,

I know I’m taller, but I promise if we sit side by side on a couch and I lean into you, I’ll fit just fine.

— 5’9”

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