Dear Crush,

If I haven’t made it painfully obvious yet, I like you. A lot.

I don’t know what exactly made me fall in love with you. And I honestly don’t need a reason to justify my feelings. I like you because you are you.

The way you look a person directly in the eyes while talking to them. It’s as if you are totally interested in what that person has to say. Quite a rare quality nowadays.

You have your own opinion and your own beliefs, but you are not too proud to admit it when you have made a mistake. You gladly have a discussion and are not afraid to lose it. Because you know that when you lose you still have won. You have gained knowledge and that is a price you are eager to win.

You are incredibly mature for your age. You are not scared to talk about deeper topics. We can talk for hours and hours and I will never get bored. Because you seem to understand my viewpoint, yet you always have something new to add to the conversation. Something I haven’t even thought about.

You make me feel comfortable. I am somehow not afraid to be myself around you. I can express myself freely without having to worry that you will make fun of me and my ideas.

We have a lot in common and enjoy doing mostly the same things. You love art just as much as I do and you enjoy cooking with the same passion as me. It’s actually insane how well we fit together.

My heart beats so fast inside my chest when our bodies subtly touch that I’m scared I might go into cardiac arrest. I am being totally honest. That can’t be normal. You do things to me that I have never experienced before.

I doubt that you’ll really read any of this. But maybe you’ll find it on one of your trips to an online book store. Or maybe this will stay here, unread. I still needed to write it. If not to confess my feelings, then to relieve my heart a bit of the longing.

Because, in the end, I am still a scaredy-cat. Too scared to actually tell you how I truly feel, as I am too afraid of being turned down and losing you. I am too afraid of being strangers again. At least, this way, I can be with you as a friend. And friends can turn into lovers, but lovers can never turn into friends again.