To: You

Dear S,

I came across your account today. You are still the most beautiful person I have ever known. Two years of countless pacing back and forth in my room and it pains me to think that maybe I'll never really stop. I can't even come up with the words to express how you make me feel, but I think it sort of sounds like screaming. The thought that there are people right now who have the honour to be in your presence makes me incredibly jealous, and the fact that I had the absolute privilege to know you makes me incredibly lucky. 

But you should know that I truly hate feeling this way. And you should also know that I've desperately tried to transfer these feelings onto anyone else, but no one will ever come close to being as wonderful as you.

I never stopped looking for your face on the bus. Sometimes I even look for your shoes at the door. I want to ask you about everything. I want to know that you're doing okay. I want to hear about it all. Embarrassingly, I've spent many nights making pleas with the universe to catch a glimpse of you, even if it only lasts mere seconds. I'll probably do it again tonight. 

I don't understand why it was decided that you would be the one to grab my soul and squeeze it. And it seems cruel, universe, to create such a thing and abandon it. I wish I could find some way back to you.

Anyways. I truly hope you are doing well. Actually, I hope you only ever feel well all the time. Someone as beautiful and exceptionally talented as you deserves overwhelming love and kindness. 

Bye !!! (exclamation marks, not "i"s -- dumb font!)

- E.