Pixels form letters form words that mean nothing

Dear You,

I just thought you should know how I feel, and you know how I hate to admit how doe-eyed I can be, so this is my alternative.

I want to let you know that hearing you talk about other girls nearly kills me.

That I love that you flirt with me and forgive my shameful attempts at flirting back.

I love that you come to me with your problems, not only because I love to help but that it's amazing to see this soft, sensitive side of you that is so rare in teenage boys.

I hate that there is nearly two hours of distance between us, and so much less between all the other girls you tell me about. I want to be close to you, too.

I love your poems and songs. Even the bad ones.

I love your laugh and your sense of humour.

I hate that the phone muffles your laugh and cuts out over your best jokes.

I love the way you forgive my 'blonde moments'. I love to witness yours.

I love that you ask "which one?" when I mention something about "my sister".

I love the voice you use when you immitate your own sister.

I hate that I can't see you smile, and that you have to ask if I'm still listening because you can't see me nod.

I love that you can find a great story in almost any situation.

I hate that your great stories sometimes involve those girls that I wish were all dead.

I love to think how it would be to be with you again.

I hate to think that if I were with you, you would do something I hate and ruin everything.

I hate that I hate anything about you.

I love that you offer hugs and kisses in hypothetical situations, almost as if you just like to make me imagine...

I hate that it's all hypothetical.

I love knowing that you'll be waiting back here for me.

I hate thinking I could come back and hear something like "...so I have a new girlfriend..."

I hate that it's all hypothetical.

This letter is cliche, I know: The infamous Letter I'll Never Send, addressed to the equally elusive Boy I'll Never Have. But these things need to come out and I'd seem like such a silly little girl if I were to actually voice them.

This is safer, for both of us. I'm getting used to living on the safe side.

I love don't hate you.

I hate that it's all so fucking hypothetical.