Serenity,

I guess you probably want to know everything now. Well, not now now, but you know, when you read this and you're all like what? What? What does he want to tell me? That now.

So. Here we go.

Like that first time you actually talked to me. After the hi. It was awkward, yeah, but we talked. What the fuck is small talk supposed to sound like, anyway? But your voice is kind of pretty when you talk, at least when I'm not hard-core cringing to your apologies. Like it has a melody, if that explains it. It probably doesn't. Well. I suck at explaining. You can stop reading, if you want. This is probably making you hard-core cringe right now, if you ever read this. It's a bit cringey to me, actually, and I'm the one writing it!

Jesus. Actually, you know what, do me a favor. Stop reading.

Just kidding. No, stop, I know you, COME BACK HERE!

Okay. You're back. Hopefully.

It's a bit annoying really, your people-pleasing habit. If I were God, I'd totally take that away from you.

Then again, it's kind of funny to watch sometimes.

Okay! Okay! I'll shut up.

Your humor is really nice to. I have this really morbid sense of humor, don't ask about it, you know that I do, and you still laugh right along with me. I say kill me now way too many times for a kid that's 17, yet you laugh at me every time. It's comforting, you know? I mean, you shut up after about a second, but your quiet chuckle gives me a smile every time. No fail. No joke. Every. Single. Goddamn. Time. It doesn't even matter what kind of shitty mood I'm in that day.

Plus you're pretty. Yes, I know you don't think you're pretty, but you're pretty to me. Brown hair, although in tangles half the time, is still a kind of flowing pretty you don't get to see very often. People tease you a lot, laughing that you don't wash your hair every two or three days, or that you don't shower every day, or something stupid like that.

I mean, I don't shower every day either. I'm lazy, I shower every other day.

NOT that that matters. Your skin is a pretty light peach, a color that suits you just fine. You have a couple freckles that kind of make you look funny, but it doesn't even compare to your eyes.

Your eyes. How do I start, by saying that they're nothing special? HAHAHA. I read your mind, didn't I? Okay, I'll stop being a jerk now. They're mind-blowing, they really are. An emerald green, it's like peering into gems, only these gems are living and breathing and joyous. Sometimes. They're kind of dull when you're sad, which is a lot, so all I can tell you to do is be more happy. But that's not really my place, is it?

-Faolan