Journaled Volume Seven - Page 13

An open letter

To whom it may concern;

Ugh. Where to start? Okay...

I'm writing this letter to you because I need to get these things off my chest. I have no idea how you do this to me everytime. You make me feel different. Everytime we talk, or text I get this feeling. These dumb butterflies, and I feel like this is some grade school crush.

I don't know why but you make me feel like you know me. When you look at me I feel like you can see me. Not just what's on the outside, but everything I am thinking and feeling. It's like you get me completely. I don't know how you do it. You have me smiling like a fool all day long.

I don't think you even know the affect you have.