Dear ******,
It is October 29, 2020. 6:38pm. I am thinking of how much I love you. I am so in love with you. My ******, my Y***. You are so precious. I long for us to meet.
I did not know it was possible to feel like this. You got me writing this. I am supposed to do my assignment. However, I am here, opened a notepad with my assignment alt-tabbed, and writing this. I can not stop thinking about you.
Will I show this letter to you? Who knows? Maybe I can control my impulsiveness this time.
I am writing this in the hopes I can focus better, to focus my thoughts.
You somehow made this year better amidst the chaos.
You are the light.
You pacify the thoughts I do not want to think.
I miss you. I love you.
Stop making me write gay stuff like these. You made me change into someone who is not me. Or maybe you just brought out the me that remained dormant for so long.
I am very lucky to have you with me. I am happy you feel the same.
Anyway, I think I have spent enough time procrastinating while writing this letter XD Time to get back to my task.
I fucking love you, you idiot.
Love,
Jema Banana
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