Darling
I am writing to you with tears in my eyes. I don’t know anything about your life anymore, I don’t know who you meet, what you dreamed of last night, what you had for dinner. what I know is that in some corner of that cold heart of yours you still remember how I used to look at you. the first time I saw you, I wont lie, I was intimidated. A senior, tall, does not talk much, most of all, the most beautiful man that I have ever laid my eyes on. Maybe you don’t remember but the first time we spoke and I told you that I don’t like you, but back then I used to look at you profile picture once a day without fail. When we had our first real conversation, what I liked most about you was that we thought alike. Yes, call me a narcissist but I like people that think like me ; I don’t like explaining, the same way I am not liking explain why I love you right now. To put it simply, even if my whole life was a well written book and you were the only typo written in a different font in bol...