I hope you know, the day I fell in love with you, you were suddenly going to live forever.

Maybe not through my actions, but with my words.

There will be hundreds of posts I will write about you, or you’ve inspired, and everyone will always know that.

I hope you know that the day I first saw you, I planned on figuring out the best way to make you smile. I couldn’t think of anything else.

Being the coward I am, I could never put myself at risk of being rejected. So I’ve done what most of the generation has grown accustomed to doing. I kept up with you with mutual friends and Facebook.

I wasn’t sure what else to do. Each time I logged in, I fought the urge of not checking to see if you would be active or if you might be posting something new. Back then, I could easily say that your choice of music was more than likely added to my “recently played” playlist. Whatever it took to try and understand you.

Little did I know, I would have never been able to prepare enough to make a dent in the “getting to know you” part. Everything about me was so ordinary at the time, but you sure made me feel extra.

I was so young and so confused about how to do everything, but you were in the same boat. I wasn’t sure when it would be okay to make a move.

Suddenly, everything is back in a full circle. I don’t know how and when to make the next move. The ball seems to have always been in my court. Maybe I do overthink just about everyone.

For someone that tries to identify as such a positive person, I think I might be full of shit. How often do I assume the worst could just happen versus working towards the best?

One day I’ll have the guts to show you everything I’ve written from the time I started having dreams of writing. I’ll figure it all out. This time, I’ll figure it all out with you at my side.