“I want to love him and care for him the way no one has ever done before, and the way he deserves so badly. I want to hold him and show him the eternity of happiness he deserves. I want to lie down next to him every night and hold his hand, and move my fingers softly over his chest. I’d place my head close to his heart so I can hear it beating, and I’ll know that my heart is safe in his tender hands, and that I am in the best place imaginable. I want to fall asleep with his arms tightly around me and get lost in his eyes and be lulled by his voice. He makes me want to live so deeply and go on roadtrips and travel the world and move to the mountains deep in the forest with just the two of us and a dog, and bake cookies at 2AM. I want to walk through cities with him during the night and look up to the stars and kiss him in every place possible. I want him to forget his troubled past and feel loved so deeply, and I want to kiss all of the camouflaged bruises on his beautiful heart. I want to fit him like I am his favourite blanket and hold him when he is at his best and at his very worst, and everything in between. And I want to love him, even when he is not so lovable. I want him to feel safe with me and I want him to know he can tell me all of his secrets he carries deep within him and I want him to know I will love him in the purest way possible and that every day, every minute, I find new things to love.”
— B.A., Letter #1: 9th of January, 2016 What happens when a writer falls in love
