Talking

I talked to you today and it was great. When we talk there are no lulls in the conversation and it feels like not a day has gone by since I've last seen you. I've made a decision today. I'm going to find happiness. I'm going to stop being in love on a journey by myself and I'm going to figure out who I am and what I want. I'm leaving this summer for good to help me along this journey. I've been fine without you and I can keep this up forever. I need my heart and my brain to talk - my brain is desperately telling me to let go, that I deserve more and you are not the one for me, but my heart skips a beat when I think about you. When I see you over thanksgiving, hopefully this won't send me into a backwards spiral. I love you and I miss you.
Love, Anonymous

Airplane

In my spare time, I look up flights to go visit you. It's pathetic. The sad thing is, all I want to do is talk to you all the time about everything. I want to listen to anything and everything you want to share. But I can't call you because it brings back too many feelings and it starts all over... the missing you. I want to believe "out of sight, out of mind" but all I feel is "distance makes the heart grow fonder." I want you to tell me how to stop missing you. I want to hold you to help you overcome your insecurities and I need you here to tell me when I'm being neurotic or stupid. We would balance each other so well... and I'd spoil you rotten because I'd be over the moon that you chose me. Me. Little me. One day perhaps...

Love, Anonymous

Love?

I guess I don't really know what love is or what it is supposed to look like. I know it's not like in the movies. All I want is a friend that will kiss me to stop my constant chatter and laugh at my jokes... and to dance in the rain with me. I don't think I'm asking too much. I'm the kind of girl that is up for wild adventure or a quiet night watching movies and sipping cocoa. It's hard to constantly hold back my feelings I pretend not to have. I don't know if this is what love should feel like, but I do know this is much deeper than lust. I know all your secrets, when you open up to me, and I'm not afraid to act totally foolish in front of you. I hate that you're the only one in the world that gives me butterflies: when you call, text, or even when I just hear your name. We giggle, bicker, tease, touch, and flirt - and everyone can see it, except for you. I'm smart and funny, loud but a listener, caring and an open book. Sadly, I'm yours when you want me (and realize I'm the better and only option for you).
I love you and want to tell you forever.
Love, Anonymous