I wish I could let you into my imagination;
Show you the Cloud Atals-eque story I've created.
Us meeting over and over again in different times and places.
You know me, I'm The Dreamer.

You told me not to apologize for what I feel.
And you told me how strong I am.
But little pieces of me still feel bad and still feel weak.
I suppose they always will; it is the quintessential human struggle.

But no matter how many of those little pieces there are,
You make me feel something I haven't felt in a long time.
It's that feeling of the warm sun on your skin.
It makes me feel like my scars don't matter anymore.

I know you're far away.
And I know you don't feel the same.
But right now, none of that matters.
I'm not going to feel anything different than what I feel now.

I'm not saying that I love you.
And I'm not saying I don't love you.
I'm saying you put a smile on my face and I want to return the favor.

You know you're the Beautiful Rose.
And while we may be planted in different gardens,
We're still rooted in the same earth.

I know that you'll read this.
Heck, I'm scared as hell to publish it.
But no one gets anywhere without a little courage.

Here's my Leap of Faith.
For the first time in my life,
I'm not going to change how I feel simply because someone doesn't feel the same way.

The cracks are forming.
And maybe with your help,
My walls may finally come down.

Will you help me?