Dear Calum, 

I wished that I had told you back then how much I loved your smile, and the way it can light up the whole fucking world. I wanted to tell you back then, but I was too shy, and too caught up with your smile to say how much I adored it. Your smile was my favorite thing, still is. I could write a thousand poems about your smile, and still have room for another thousand.

Remember when we first met? When you first told me that I had blood in my jeans, and I was too busy staring at your lips and the way you spoke to even comprehend the fact that I was in public, my period blood visible on m white jeans. I couldn't utter any word that moment-- I couldn't, not when a gorgeous man was in front of me. You noticed how people were giving their attention to my state, you immediately took of your jacket, and wrapped it around my waist. You told me to  return it-- the jacket-- tomorrow the same time, and left with a huge smile on your face. You were so lovely back then, even now, but I fell in love with you the moment you smiled, and fell in love over and over again as the time came. Every day, I fell in love with you, even now; even if you're not in my arms again. 

Yours sincerly, 

Bea