Sometimes I think about what you'd look like if we met. You'd be as if happiness was a person.
If we ever did meet, I'd like to give a fair warning, I'd probably hug you very fucking tight.
My throat gets tight when I think of you, your words make my face flush with embarrassment sometimes. I've never been treated the way you treat me, like I matter so much to you. I love you, and wish to treat you the same.