Dear You   
07:18pm 15/02/2005
 
mood: loved
music: Everclear- I Will Buy You A New Life
I really meant to write this sooner. We've been friends for a long time. We've known each other since birth- our mothers shared the same doctor and nurse, and we were born only six minutes apart. There's a handful of kid things that I'm glad we didn't miss. Of course, there's a handful of kid things I kinda wish we did miss. You've always been there for me... Which, in retrospect, should make this clearer.

Over three months ago, you told me you loved me. It wasn't nearly as eloquent as I imagined confessing your love to someone would be... But it moved me. The thing is, even with all your words and obvious sincerity, all the passion I could see in your eyes... All I could do was stand there. After you left, I kept wondering, 'Why did I do that? What possible reasoning was there?' There was no reasoning, except that I was afraid. Afraid, not of you, but of the feelings you have for me. A blind man could see how much you care for me; the sheer passion and intensity of your feeling sent my mind reeling.

Besides feeling like Summer and Seth from the O.C., I thought we'd just forgotten about it. Everything went on as normal, until Valentine's Day. Only God knows that it had to be *that* day. You made fudge for me; white chocolate, with walnuts. You also gave me a Harry Potter action figure, and later you came over my house. "Pretty in Pink" was on. You told me to come in, and watch it. I said that you didn't like that movie, and you said, 'No, but you do.' That was the thing you would ordinarily do, but it was for certain that I knew you still felt those things for me. That "love" feeling, the feeling you said made you sick to your stomach yet at the same time feel like you were high. As I sat next to you, and Duckie said, "I love this girl so much it hurts", I realized... I have that feeling too.

I've yet to actually tell you. But I think you may know- we held hands today, and you pulled me close and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Slightly embarrassed afterwards, you tried to apologize, but I kissed your cheek as well. I think we'll be okay. If I'm not ready to tell you today, or tomorrow, I know you'll wait. Holding hands and kisses on cheeks are overrated... It's being with you that's worth all the while.

Roses say I'm Sorry, Chocolate says I Love You,
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