Hey...I want to apologize. Lately, I've been sending you tones of texts, even when you can't/aren't responding. I'm sorry if this makes you feel smothered or makes you wonder if I'm kind of a creep. It's just, that, well, I trust you.
I know you may be sick of me. I probably say too much between the texts, posts and letters, but sometimes I just need to get things out of my system. You are my safe harbor, my sounding board, and when I find something beautiful and worth sharing; you are who I want to tell.
Hopefully the mix cds don't make you uncomfortable or bored. Maybe they're not all the kind of music you'd typically pick, but they're the songs that write out my stories, letters, words to you, if you listen.
I'm sorry if I call the women you fall or care for idiots. It just makes me crazy when you're chasing a girl who clearly can't see you like I do. No woman alive is worth your time if she doesn't see how incredible you are.
Do you really realize how I see you? I see you for the good you truly are, and the man you are working to become. You are kind, brilliant, witty, honorable (even in unlikely circumstances), even poetic when you fight, interesting, musical, talented, inspiring, a romantic (to your very core), and incredibly handsome (even if you can't always see it).
You see, I adore you. This is why you receive this insane plethora of words, ideas, secrets, hopes, and dreams whether they flow or not, because, I guess, my bigger hope is that you want to know my secret worlds as much as I want to know you, and I am sorry if this is not the case.
However you feel, I have never meant anything but the best for you, and I hope we can always joyfully be a part of one another's lives. I will keep dreaming, and I will do my best to lift you up.
Even if I never get a chance to become a deeper part of your life, God put you in my life for good reasons, and I intend to cheerfully see it through.
Ps. Did this just make it weirder? Eh.