I think i might hate you or at least I hate the way you cause my legs to give out with just a glance. And I fear a smile because my heart may just end up stopping; I think rather that I may dislike you. I mean nothing feels as joyful as the moment I felt your hand against mine ever since the color of your hair made all the others feel a little dull. Ever since the way those locks that frame your cheekbones made art worthless. This is a letter to your eyes, requesting, they linger a moment longer. This is a letter to your voice asking for it to grant me just a few more chills.

This is a letter to you. Requesting that you come a little closer. Requesting, that you'll be. Mine...