So, here’s the truth for once.
There isn’t very much I wouldn’t do for you, if you’d asked.
My favourite thing about you is how kind your eyes are. That no matter how sarcastic or how caustic you are, you’re never unfair; never unkind.
You’re so stupidly talented. I’ve never known anyone who packs so much into their life and still has time and space and energy and thought left over to share themselves with the world. I am both, envious and awestruck at the same time. Awestruck because you are so effortlessly inspiring. Envious because there are parts of you that I will never be privy to, that we’ll never share.
I love hugging you. It warms me from the inside.
Even though you’ll never be mine and there isn’t a hope in hell that you and I could ever be more than who or what we are to each other right now: I love you.
I loved you from the moment I first saw you across the room being your usual funny, charming self. You charmed me before we’d even exchanged a word. I knew, instantly, that I wanted you in my life.
I remember the exact moment I knew that I loved you. The moment of realisation that all we would ever be are friends and on most days, I’d be OK with that, but on days like today…I would miss you and love you with more than my entire being is capable of.
Wherever you are at this very instant in time, I hope you’re enveloped in a warm hug of love.