The way you have my heart is so unwavering! I will probably write 100 more letters to you. I love you. Like I am in love with you. The way it makes you feel. The way it makes you forget. The way it makes you remember. Man I love you, Music. You have made my world go ’round & ’round! Everything I dream and feel is because of the lyrics in your songs. You know me even when I am busy trying to figure out myself. Hip hop. Pop. Rap. Rock. Every bit of it. I love it.
Thank you for fixing my life.
Yeah, you know I am drinking. How else can I write shit to you? I feel so awkward sometimes, which is rare considering I have knowing you for twelve years, I was so attracted to you. I loved me some you! Like I legit liked you. I remember you telling me you just liked me as a friend. You were actually the one who invited to Facebook (back when you needed an invitation). Anywho, I told you and you were like we just are friends (given you deny this, but I am a girl. I remember all of this conversation).
But who was I then? Man, I was a little girl who was so insecure. I was nothing, or that’s how I felt. I got you with Bugie, I got with your cousin. We just went ahead and claimed we were cousins. That was fair. Our parents had known each other for 35 years.
Ten-thirteen years later… I have a boobies, and a little ass. I have grown into a woman. You’re style is so cold! You dress perfect man. I know it’s something stupid and shallow, but I LOVE it. I love big glasses. I love your sense of style.
You knew me when I was crazy. I was self-mutilating. I was depressed. You know that side of me. You know I think I drink too much. You know I worry about myself. I have best friends. I know that. I have two best friends I can talk to that stuff about and they understand. I know my other friends would never judge me, but they don’t get it. You get it. You get me. You get when I am crazy. I guess it’s easier to say you would identify with me.
When you confind in me about your personal life? Man, it opened up this door. But I just was like he looks at my like family, and this is what family does. I did tell you I liked you before though, and ever since you rejected me I just took it as a L. There had been a few times I thought you were flirting but unsure, or maybe unsure of myself. I don’t know. I really don’t even know why I am writing or what im writing about. So I’ll digress until. I figure out why you’ve been on my mind since the day you told me you felt something…