Dear Y,
you don't exist. you aren't anyone in the entire universe, right now. you aren't the boy down the road, or the one who's locker is right next to mine. you aren't that cute cashier at mcdonalds. you definitely aren't the dreamy guy i met at camp. you are none of those things, but you could be one day. someday when you exist, you could be all of those things, and none of those things. only time could tell.
you don't exist, but if you did, i would write you a million love like poems. i would write of butterflies in my stomach and teardrops and your hair and every bone in your body that drives me crazy with like. if you existed, i would draw you pictures of your favorite animal and just about anything that would remind me of you. i'd draw you elephants even if you didn't like them, and they'd be dancing with joy because they'd be in your possession. if you existed, you would be a whole playlist on my ipod. it'd be cleverly named after some sort of inside joke that we had between us that no one else in the world would understand. it'd be filled with songs like stuck on you and oh, it is love and deeper than the holler because all of those songs explain exactly how i feel about you.
you don't exist, but someday, you will.
yeah, that was my letter to a crush i don't have. that is all.
some of us can't love like yet.
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