dear daniel dearest,

i just wanted to thank you for everything that you've done for me.

when i started these letters i was fooling myself that i would give these to you. i thought it made me seem strong to avoid you, to be nasty, to not seek help.

but now i know that even though everything is complete shit in my life, you'll be there, whether as a friend, a companion, or an all-around good guy. i elove you for that. you give me jitters in good and bad ways every time you smile and i'm still not sure if that constitutes as romantic love, but i'm becoming more sure of it every second i spend with you.

i like that everything's easier with you. i like that i've known you for what seems like forever in my small mind. i like that when you read this, it probably will lead to a phone conversation, but not one full of misunderstandings, because you understand me. i like that you chose to go to college just around the corner from my small apartment, even if that wasn't directly related to me. i like that you can get over 200 words out of me, because most people can't. i like that when i told you that i have ocd among other things, you smiled and congratulated that i was diagnosed. i love that you drive me to the comic book store everyday, even though (despite what you say) i know you hate it there. i like that you like me. i like you're snort. i like that you like me. i like that you hate summers. i like your nose, and your eyes, and your hands, and all of your body. i like the little things that make up you.

but most importantly, i like you.

would you say this is love?

with all the love in the world,
dawn