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Apr 2019
Dear Tayden,
         It’s been so difficult to internalize the emotions I feel when I’m around you. Looking at you for even a fleeting moment, I am unable to speak any longer. For me to write this, was in a sense, therapeutic. Never in my life have I been able to communicate something so powerfully abstract and implicit with such thought and definition. Please take only what you need from this.
         Just being in your presence for the last three years has been a blessing in itself. Since I first met you, you have treated me with respect, dignity, and kindness: something that not many people have had the decency to do. I feel most gratified to God that I had the chance to meet you. You truly have given my life meaning.
         You walk in at 8:55, every weekday, a smile on your face. Even if it’s hell outside the classroom, you maintain that smile. Regardless of how late you stayed up working or how sick you are of the day-to-day stress, you still come to school looking perfect.
          I think you’re brilliant. Truly. You emanate this light that everyone just wants to be around. Everyone who talks to you leaves happy, and in a sense, satiated. I anticipate just being next to you because you’re one of the few people that are just as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside.
          My life was this everlasting, directionless abyss. I kept flailing and flailing until at one point, I considered letting go. It would have been so simple to fall into the velvet black. I felt that even if I were gone, not many would pay care.
                                           But then I met you.
          You, knowingly or unknowingly grasped my hand and pulled me out of this vicious cycle. For the first time in a long time, I felt- embraced. My words and actions are entirely pointless without you. You're why I wake up in the morning. I know that you’re special. Now it’s just a matter of getting you to recognize it.
                                                             ­                       Warmest regards,
                                                        ­                                            Reignier
a couple of my poems have stemmed from this letter. sorry it's a bit lengthy... ijust needed to get this out there. formatting might've ******* up a little bit too, sorry about that. i wrote this out in longhand in spencerian cursive and tucked it and my poem dichotomy in an envelope wrapped in ribbon with flowers fastened around it. i may be a hopeless romantic, but i still am a romantic lol.
Wren
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Wren  14/Gender Fluid/♫ in our idle town ♫
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