Hi. I don’t really know a tactful way to put this, so I’ll just jump into it, God knows this letter will never see the light of day anyways. I like you, more than I ought to, as I know my place in the social group, especially when guys are involved. I’ve decided I don’t care much about that though, in terms of my own thoughts at least. I wanted to ask you to prom, you know, but I couldnt. I wanted to do something cool and brave, march myself up to you and say “we’re going to prom, find a red shirt” but I couldn’t. Even if I didn’t have this thing in my brain that stops me from being brave I don’t think I could. I wouldn’t know what the hell I was doing, after all. I’m still not sure what drew me to you, so many months ago now, but I think I’ve figured out at least part of what held my attention. In you I see humanity. I see the most perfectly placed imperfection, the most perfect imbalance of ego and uncertainty, the most perfect combination of beauty and the things people like to call ugly while they preach that no one is. It was a daydream, I guess, you were, I mean. I wanted to draw you something. Something pretty, something cool, I don’t really know, but I get attached to my art, and I get attached to the sentiment. I don’t think I could bear you handing it back to me. And I know I’ve got an issue with names, because names make things too real. So, consider this a slightly skewed love letter that I wrote at 2 am. To you, my dear, from an unrequited lover.
snowghoul
vaporwave
origamiaround
kianamaiart
prguitarman
tangentwithtanner
