I'm taking this time to compile this letter that you'll never read. You'll never know just the way you make me feel. Catch my breathe, hold my knees, butterflies, insanity.
You mask the bad things in the world, eclipse all of the bad shit I've been through. Faith in the goodness of the world is found in you....
I wish I could really tell you these things. To be completely honest about the things that are in my head and fall across the page in journals that are my eyes only.
But I can't.
This isn't the first time I've written to you, nor do I suspect that it will be the last.
I don't know why I want to tell you all the stories about my life. The times I remember being alone and I heard voices and I saw things that normal people don't see and how I was scared and how my pulse quickened and how my heart got caught in my throat and how and how.
I think that's how you make me feel....