A while ago I knew there was something there, but it took all this time to realize it was so much more than I anticipated.
I was falling in love with you, and fall deeper each day.
I didn't say anything. I wanted to see how deep it ran. maybe I was wrong or it was just a fluke. Here I am three years later still catching myself looking at you and daydreaming at the thought of you. And you may ask... "How? Why?"
It doesn't take your voice to make my heart skip a beat. All it takes is seeing your smile across the room.
Seeing you dance on stage.
Listening to you sing.
Watching your eyes light up as we watch the sunset and talk about what we're passionate about.
Seeing your name pop up on my phone screen.
Seeing how you treat your little niece like a princess
Listening to your advice.
Or the time we found a more convenient way to store your sunflower seeds in your truck while you adventure.
I never once thought that this kind of emotion toward someone could be genuine.
It is scary, I must admit. Feeling things feelings toward such a passionate, caring, hardworking, Godly, talented man is every intimidating for me. There are women who DREAM of having a man like you at their finger tips. Yet here I am, 16 years old... and have a friendship in you that I can only pray turns into something more, if that's what God wants for us.
I yearn to get the texts at 7:55 asking to meet ik to watch the 8:15 texts. The last minute plans is our thing, and I wouldn’t change for the world.
I am writing this as you are sitting at your house working on your music. Pursuing your dreams, and I cannot be more proud and full of joy.
You leave me speechless. I have never met someone who can do what you do. From dancing on stage for two hours a day, sometimes four. The n jumping into your boots and jeans to spend the rest of your day at the creek doing your thing. The ozark mountain charm works on you. And so do tap shoes. You never fail to amaze me. Every. Single. Day.
There's something in me telling me you feel the same, deep deep down. At such different spots in life, age, maturity, and experience... There's something there.
As Marco from the kissing booth would say.. “Moonshot.” You’re my moonshot.
I love you. I love your drive, your heart, your eyes.
You. I love you.