I try to constantly reassure you and show you I care because I want you to know that I do. I love you and I wish I could wipe away your tears, contain your anger and heal your pain. I am sorry for all that I've done and all that I might end up ever doing.
I know we're both stressed now. We both have exams coming up, we both had to (well, you especially) deal with that stupid Mike and we're both just... eh. But you know, there are so many things I wish I could compare you to. You're pretty as a flower but you're not just for show. You don't die a few days in a vase. You don't wait for raindrops to fall on your delicate petals. Guess what? You shouldn't. You shouldn't have to wait for anyone. You shouldn't have to put on a show just to wilt in the end. I know you don't do that and I hope you know that I don't want you to do that.
Because you are so much more.
The world is a cruel place. The world has its hypocrites, liars, traitors and we're in the midst of it all. I wish I could tell you that I would never hurt you but it will always hurt. The pain of the distance, the pain of the past, the pain of the future will always hurt. We touch stems of roses just to feel the thorns. We always seem to forget that seasons are ever changing and that hope isn't hopeless.
You deserve much more than you get and much more than this pathetic world.
I want you to know that if anything ever happens between us (death, distance, whatever...) that I will always be here. That I am willing to be there for you to fall back on. I know you're independent. I know you're strong. But I will still be here. Because I know that you may need it and I will be here, waiting. (Wow this is beginning to sound romantic).
You're funny, beautiful (inside and out), spontaneous, interesting, loyal with some chaos and insanity as the frosting.
Don't ever forget that, ever.
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