A long, hand written, love note. That's something I've always wanted in my life. To receive a love letter telling me all the ways someone loves me. All the ways they think I'm special or important. And maybe one day I will get one, but for now I have these words that I want to share and no one to share them with but you. So here goes nothing.
Late at night I get nostalgic. For things I've never had. Like someone to cuddle with while watching a movie or a someone to hug after a really bad day and know they mean it. Little things like that. Things that seem insignificant, but when you look back mean more than you could ever imagine.
I hope you know that you are this person for me. You make me so happy when you wrap me in your arms or when you sit and listen to me talk about something you couldn't care less about. You make me feel like I matter. And I hope I do that for you too.
Because you do matter, a lot. Everything about you matters. And never let anyone tell you otherwise. Don't let people look down on you because you care about something that you have no control over or because you get excited about things the find stupid. You deserve to care about whatever you want and I can only hope that I am one of those things.
Being nostalgic for something that you've never experienced is an odd feeling. It's like you're missing a piece of yourself, and I don't think you ever really feel whole again after that. Because imagining something and it actually happening are two completely different things and they're incomparable.
I'm working on this love thing. But I'm working on myself first. I need to be able to love myself wholeheartedly before I can think about loving you. So wait for me. Wherever you are and know that I'll be there as soon as I can. With open arms and stories to tell.
Love,
Natalie
Late at night I get nostalgic. For things I've never had. Like someone to cuddle with while watching a movie or a someone to hug after a really bad day and know they mean it. Little things like that. Things that seem insignificant, but when you look back mean more than you could ever imagine.
I hope you know that you are this person for me. You make me so happy when you wrap me in your arms or when you sit and listen to me talk about something you couldn't care less about. You make me feel like I matter. And I hope I do that for you too.
Because you do matter, a lot. Everything about you matters. And never let anyone tell you otherwise. Don't let people look down on you because you care about something that you have no control over or because you get excited about things the find stupid. You deserve to care about whatever you want and I can only hope that I am one of those things.
Being nostalgic for something that you've never experienced is an odd feeling. It's like you're missing a piece of yourself, and I don't think you ever really feel whole again after that. Because imagining something and it actually happening are two completely different things and they're incomparable.
I'm working on this love thing. But I'm working on myself first. I need to be able to love myself wholeheartedly before I can think about loving you. So wait for me. Wherever you are and know that I'll be there as soon as I can. With open arms and stories to tell.
Love,
Natalie
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