I won't fall for each of you at once. No, I will gradually fall for you, falling for the smallest things. I like how you sometimes laugh while we kiss and look and at me like you can't believe what's going on. or the way you pull me closer to you as if you can't keep me close enough as you reach over in your still-drowsy state. or just the way you look at me when we laugh together. My favourite thing is to laugh with you. It's like seeing how truly vulnerable you can be by looking directly into your core and laughing with me in the hope that i won't hurt your feelings. But what you don't know is that your heart is the most beautiful thing about you, and i would never be able to break it.

I recall the day you asked me, before listing yours, my top pet peeves. You said these were your main issues. They weren't exactly what I expected, but they were yours, a part of you, and they helped shape who you are. Your willingness to share your weakness reveals a lot about you. I generally saw the furious uniqueness consuming splendidly in you, but your rundown enlightened that considerably more. I was snared.

I so desperately wanted to you see that I am the girl who will be there for you when life convinces you otherwise and you need to be remained of how amazing you are. I'm the young lady who will cherish any time enjoyed with you, just in light of the fact that being close to you is an opportunity. When you're not feeling well, I'll make you homemade chicken noodles soup from scratch. When you tell me you want to “take things slow” so we can have something real, I'm the girl who will believe you. However, I'm also the girl who will defend herself rather than be bullied.

I surmise that no response is enough. I'm not important enough for you to send me a brief text saying you're not interested in hanging out. Because the response is unmistakably a resounding “nowhere," I am insignificant enough to not continue. It echoes of the walls you've built between as over the past few weeks of silence. I'm done waiting for a response and trying to convince myself that a thought of me will come to mind somewhere, even in the back of your mind, like a fingernail tapping a crystal glass. A clear sound that will rise to the forefront of your consciousness to inform you that I am standing by, but I will no longer.

I like you, have the right to be content. Waiting for something to happen only encourages life's stagnation-it halts the future and its potential. This is something that many people in our generation forget: love is more than just deciding to spend the rest of your life with someone. It is awakening consistently and pursuing the everyday decision to use whatever remains of your existence with them. Love isn't inactive; it's an activity-an everyday decision. It never ends.

However, the type of love we frequently is the most significant: love for oneself. In my desperate search for your love, I gave that up, losing sight of who I am and what makes me happy. So rather the lounging around and sitting tight for a text from you that won't likely ever come, I'm picking myself consistently. to get out of bed and jog my memory of how strong I am and how much I want to be loved like you. I will one day experience that kind of love from another person who is willing to let me love them.

Since I am certain that you will never read this letter, I sincerely hope that someone, somewhere, will be able to gain insight from my reservations and, at the very least, learn to love themselves once more. I hope it for a stranger just as much as I hope it for you. In any case, I additionally trust that you were neglected, similar to me, by countless possible darlings before me. Please regain your self-love.