Dear Onion,
I have no idea how you will react to this, nor at what point in life you will get to reading this, but even so I have come to some strange conclusion in my head that this post should happen (good old 4:00 in the morning mind of mine.)
First of all, yes, you are now apparently named Onion...
No comment.
Now to my brain and the fact that I'm more insane then a mental institution.
Not sure where to start, but hey, technically I've already started.
(Remember this is at 4:00 in the morning...and I'm bad with words...please...)
How about...
I love you.
Those words are said too much, but I understand why, because these words cover what I can't say. If I could, I would go on and on in poetic words saying everything you meant to me, but unfortunately I'm no Shakespeare, in fact quite the opposite, so I'm stuck with a limit.
Also...
Thank you.
It's good that you're just as stubborn as me because you insist to know more about me, and while it may seem a lot of the time that I don't care, or that I have nothing to say. It's because there are so many words in my head I couldn't simply attempt to begin forming a sentence out of them.
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Now I'm going to try and express myself in most likely the weirdest way anyone ever has.
You are the beautiful sunsets that I love to watch in the fall.
You are the rare treat that appears in my school lunches every now and then.
You are driving with my music up all the way with the windows down on a clear night.
You are the feeling I get what I look up at the stars.
You are the smell of a new book.
You are Martinelli's and the holidays.
You are that feeling I get when I'm around puppies or babies.
You are the thing in my life that can stop time all together.
You are you.
And that is perfect.
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You asked me where my home was and fear crept inside me because at points I'm not sure, but when I think of my definition of home I can't help but associate it with the feeling I get when I'm in your arms. More specifically, when we hug and my head is on your chest hearing your heartbeat and you rest your chin on my head. Then as we pull away you kiss my forehead and then follow with a grin of a four year old.
I'm scared to tell you you are my home, but at the same time I must be honest. I'm young and immature, but in those moments it's the one time I truly feel safe. So excuse me if I'm wrong or assuming, but that's the way I feel.
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Something I've never said to you, but probably should, is that I love how you look on the world. How that comment about the family at Red Robin really stuck out to me. How you notice the world in a way people wouldn't think. It's hard to explain, but the way you see things amazes me. The way you react. The way you speak. How changed you can be in differing situations. I hope you don't take any of this the wrong way. I guess I just wanted to say that you've surprised me.
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I'm not sure why I put this as a post, and this is a lot less poetic then I hoped it would be. Actions speak louder than words, and I know my actions aren't always the best, particularly my insensitivity in words and me not helping your asthma, but I wake up in the morning and I think of you. I go to bed at night and I'm still thinking of you. My day goes by and every now and then I get this smile on my face because I simply can't keep the thought of you from my mind.
I LOVE YOU!
I'm scared of the way I feel and am hesitant because of it, but it is a fact.
P.S.- Please tell me when you have read this because, well, it'd be nice to know.
P.P.S.- Again please remember I'm writing this at 4:00 in the morning, but I hope you get my point.
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