At Last

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  Dear Dylan,

  Remember when I asked you why you liked me, and you said that you just woke up one day and when the picture of my face came up in your head, you smiled and was reassured that your day was going to be complete?

  I kinda can relate to that now. Because this morning, I woke up to a beautiful face in my head and I’ve never felt more whole in my life.

  Although I think I’ve always known that I loved the owner of that face even before. When during those times I felt insecure about myself and he would unfailingly tell me how amazing I was. When I didn’t need to say anything yet he would bizarrely know what I wanted, what I needed. When I’d be out of his sight, even for just five minutes because I went to the girl’s toilet, and he misses me like I had been gone for a year. Or when he came with me to watch The Five concert regardless of how much he hated boy bands…Even bought the tickets with his own money.

  I could go on, you know, but this paper would not be enough to list every big or little, crazy or rational thing you’ve done to make my heart race or skip in beats. Or make me feel as if I was the most beautiful girl in the world. Like you. Beautiful.

  I guess what I’m trying to say here is that…I love you. I love you, too. I love you more than words can say. I love you to the moon and back. And I love you I’d give anything I have to be with you right now just to tell you ‘I love you.’

  I miss you, Dylan, and I can’t wait for you to keep your promise to come back for me. And it doesn’t matter if it’ll take you years. As long as you will.

  Waiting,

  Liv