An entry to Amos.

Suppose this was a love letter.

Hi. I just wanted to let you know that when I told you I loved you, I'm deadly serious over the phrase. With all flesh and bones.. I never thought it'd be this deep, though. And most of all, I don't know it would hurt like this. I wanted to know if you meant it, when you said you loved me too. Because I couldn't stop my heart from skipping a beat. I wanted you to know that you had contagious smile, a kind of smile that would calm down a war inside of me. Like when I was having a bad day, or the shittiest part of life so far, but then you said Hi, and smiled like that.. it's a healing, you know.. You're the healer. 

Suppose you read this,

I don't mean to push. I just wanna see you. Like, constantly. And I'm sorry for being so cheesy, or gigantically melancholic, or annoying you big time through all of my acts. You know where to find me. You always knew. I love you, Tevinstein. Say it right back. And for the rest of the world, I swear, I'd be just fine getting along not talking to you as much.


You're so enough.