Y o u

 It is not in my nature to have butterflies in my stomach.
  Few people have this effect on me and you should be proud of yourself because you make my butterflies go alive again. You are the one who makes everything extremely special. It might be an ordinary day then you show up then, boom, the day's way far from being mundane. Each day I count as a way to make a memory of us - something that will make me smile like a fool in the future. This day however, you made me melt on the inside. You made my butterflies fly like crazy. They were anxious to get out of my belly and hug you.

I did not expect once and for all of anything because my birthdays were, well, not really remembered. But you remembered, and you made this ordinary day special - yet again. You made me feel special that instant I opened my locker and found that there were post-it notes everywhere, with the memoir of us in the Campus Pop. I gasped. Literally. 

You made me realize that I indeed have many friends. You came to each of them, although some not directly, but still. Thank you for the effort. For going to all sections in the 4th year just because I had another year to live. Thank you for letting Lem write. That was the part that took my breath. I didn't think you were ever going to talk to him or make him write a message for me.

Thank you for the cupcakes.

I loved them.

I thank you for everything. Words can't help me right now. The feeling is just overflowing to the point where you could not think clearly. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

Though I may not show that I love you more than you think you know, I know that you know that you know, okay? Yes, I love you too.

I still daydream about the time when our parents would be happy for us, to know that they would support the mutual bond that grows stronger every minute. But Patience is a bitch, and we'll wait for that bitch to arrive. I will never give up on us(cheesy) because I feel it. Yes, we fight, we cuss, we swear but then we understand, because we love. 

This is for y o u, and you know who you are.

I love you and thank you for making this day the happiest moment of my life - yet.

-N



This piece of writing I consider a public letter. If you stumble across this unlooked-for entry then it's not my fault if the Internet led you here.