Before the year ends, I want to thank you for simply existing in my own compact world. I don’t quite know you well which is – well, at least for me – awesome because I can imagine who you are as a person. I think that maybe you’re the kind of guy who wants spontaneous adventures. Maybe you’re the kind of guy who is funny and smart, the kind of guy who prefers reading than going out with the boys and partying until dawn, the kind of guy who can sweep a girl off her feet, but I don’t know, I really have no idea and I would mind not knowing.
I just want you to be there, in my imagination, where it keeps me having these butterflies inside me and of course, makes me like you more than I should.
It lets me create a pretty canvas of you and me traveling from one country to another, Monday morning rush, movie marathon kind of Tuesday night, laundry Wednesday, lazy Thursday afternoon, fancy Friday dinner, grocery shopping kind of Saturday and most especially Sunday picnics with you. And just like Frank O’Hara’s poem said, having a coke with you is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona. These things are all possible in my head and I like it like that. I would prefer it that way. You could be this person.
I want you to be there, steady and far away from me, being crush-worthy and not being aware of the simple elation you’ve been giving me.
It’s fun to just have a crush on you, no more and no less. It gives my monotonous life a shade of different colors. I won’t make this long enough for you to get bored and for you to eventually stop reading this. Also, this won’t be like those long-cheesy letters you read on the internet. I’m not going to do anything about this. I will not tell you to like me back and to be honest, I’m not asking anything in return. Moreover, I don’t want you to like me. I will just keep you in my imagination and my dream person and not let reality ruin it. Don’t think of this as a crestfallen thing. This is the way I want things to be between us; you being happy away from me and me liking you from a distance.