Letter to the special girl

I’m showing the letter I wrote to the special girl. Writing this letter made me realize that I truly do love her.

Here it is:

You deserve to know how special of a person you are, wholeheartedly disclosed, as well as my best effort in conveying my feelings for you. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, while still getting my feelings across - I’ll call them feelings at least. It’s crazy to think you’re still the same girl in 4th grade that caught my attention for the first time in a distant memory. I would catch myself getting nervous when you were around, experiencing the feeling of butterflies in stomach, and embarrassment to act normal. And then in 5th grade I was so flustered when you were told that I like you. A faint feeling still persisted that I begun dismissing later on, until more recently I discovered new, enduring feelings for a special girl; feelings that move me. It took a better me to be able to learn how to deal with and acknowledge the need to express my feelings. I have anxiety that keeps me from expressing myself: the anxieties of reflecting on mistakes, overthinking, and not reaching for what I care about. Sometimes it’s hard not to look at everything through a hopeless, despairing lens. I procrastinated expressing my feelings for you; thinking about doing things and not actually doing them, something we’re probably both very skilled at. Now I can let you know how wonderful of a person you are and how much you mean to me. No words can adequately illustrate the way you make me feel about you. It’s things like the sound of your voice, hearing you laugh, seeing your lovely face, your eyes, your long, gorgeous blonde hair, how giftedly smart and talented you are, your vibrant personality, your likability, and your kindness. You’re someone special to be around, even for as short as we see each other. It’s a beautiful feeling to want to be closer with you. You give me affectionate and uplifting feelings I would never want taken away. You’ve always been so kind and friendly around people, including me. It’s something that makes me ruminate on why it’s my fault for not being around you more, but now I can spell out my intentions. It would do a disservice to us both if I hid my feelings for how special you are to me, especially with all the bullcrap we each have had to go through and all the stupid things you’ve seen me do. You deserve to know how amazing you are. You’re as beautiful as the alluring sunset we could watch together, even for as cheesy as that sounds. I reached a point where I prayed to God for how to handle having these feelings and I also prayed for you. It feels so much better exposing myself to you and it needs to be done properly in person, where I can truly be myself. I didn’t know what exactly or how much to tell you at once, but you deserve to know a vulnerable side of me at least. I figured now would be opportune to confess my feelings before I die from AP testing, and of course since our time at ... is nearing an end. But most importantly because I learned how to appreciate you and have the confidence in expressing how special you are to me. Because I care about you, I want to know how you feel, however way it is comfortable for you. Tell me anything you want however you want, and take as long as you need; you don’t owe me any reciprocity. You can contact me with my # ... if you want. Obviously it’s a little too late to ask you to go to prom with me, I should’ve asked a while ago. I wanted to express myself to you because I want to spend time with a special woman who deserves to be treated as special. Any negatives you may bring is still worth maintaining these feelings for you. You’re worth getting to know, you’re worth the compassionate sacrifices and careful attention that you may need without being detrimental to myself. I’ll still be able to respect and take care of myself as well as others. There are boundaries and personal space that are vital. Sometimes you just need the thought of that one person to motivate yourself. Because you are you, you are “her” to me. You are her that I can talk about anything with, be a companion with, be patient with, share joy with, bitterly argue with, and care with. You are her to me because you are special to me. You are her, Elizabeth.

Submitted May 26, 2019 at 03:02AM

I’m showing the letter I wrote to the special girl. Writing this letter made me realize that I truly do love her.Here it is:You deserve to know how special of a person you are, wholeheartedly disclosed, as well as my best effort in conveying my feelings for you. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, while still getting my feelings across - I’ll call them feelings at least. It’s crazy to think you’re still the same girl in 4th grade that caught my attention for the first time in a distant memory. I would catch myself getting nervous when you were around, experiencing the feeling of butterflies in stomach, and embarrassment to act normal. And then in 5th grade I was so flustered when you were told that I like you. A faint feeling still persisted that I begun dismissing later on, until more recently I discovered new, enduring feelings for a special girl; feelings that move me. It took a better me to be able to learn how to deal with and acknowledge the need to express my feelings. I have anxiety that keeps me from expressing myself: the anxieties of reflecting on mistakes, overthinking, and not reaching for what I care about. Sometimes it’s hard not to look at everything through a hopeless, despairing lens. I procrastinated expressing my feelings for you; thinking about doing things and not actually doing them, something we’re probably both very skilled at. Now I can let you know how wonderful of a person you are and how much you mean to me. No words can adequately illustrate the way you make me feel about you. It’s things like the sound of your voice, hearing you laugh, seeing your lovely face, your eyes, your long, gorgeous blonde hair, how giftedly smart and talented you are, your vibrant personality, your likability, and your kindness. You’re someone special to be around, even for as short as we see each other. It’s a beautiful feeling to want to be closer with you. You give me affectionate and uplifting feelings I would never want taken away. You’ve always been so kind and friendly around people, including me. It’s something that makes me ruminate on why it’s my fault for not being around you more, but now I can spell out my intentions. It would do a disservice to us both if I hid my feelings for how special you are to me, especially with all the bullcrap we each have had to go through and all the stupid things you’ve seen me do. You deserve to know how amazing you are. You’re as beautiful as the alluring sunset we could watch together, even for as cheesy as that sounds. I reached a point where I prayed to God for how to handle having these feelings and I also prayed for you. It feels so much better exposing myself to you and it needs to be done properly in person, where I can truly be myself. I didn’t know what exactly or how much to tell you at once, but you deserve to know a vulnerable side of me at least. I figured now would be opportune to confess my feelings before I die from AP testing, and of course since our time at ... is nearing an end. But most importantly because I learned how to appreciate you and have the confidence in expressing how special you are to me. Because I care about you, I want to know how you feel, however way it is comfortable for you. Tell me anything you want however you want, and take as long as you need; you don’t owe me any reciprocity. You can contact me with my # ... if you want. Obviously it’s a little too late to ask you to go to prom with me, I should’ve asked a while ago. I wanted to express myself to you because I want to spend time with a special woman who deserves to be treated as special. Any negatives you may bring is still worth maintaining these feelings for you. You’re worth getting to know, you’re worth the compassionate sacrifices and careful attention that you may need without being detrimental to myself. I’ll still be able to respect and take care of myself as well as others. There are boundaries and personal space that are vital. Sometimes you just need the thought of that one person to motivate yourself. Because you are you, you are “her” to me. You are her that I can talk about anything with, be a companion with, be patient with, share joy with, bitterly argue with, and care with. You are her to me because you are special to me. You are her, Elizabeth.