My deares-... dear... Genesis.
This is the hardest letter I have ever had to write, mostly because I have no idea how to put down anything that I'm feeling in words. You know me, I've always been a physical guy. You're the poet, the artist, the romantic soul, you're good at this thing, and I'm not. Just because I'm not romantic though, doesn't mean I'm some idiot who thinks with his dick and can't feel anything more than lust.
The fact is Gen... I think-... no... I know I love you.
I wish I could dress it up in all those long words and fancy phrases that I know you like, and I know one day some guy who can say it so much prettier than I can will come along and take you away, but I love you, and I don't think that's ever going to change.
I know I could never have found the courage to say this in person - pathetic, believe me I'm well aware, but the truth is the idea of seeing disgust, rejection or even bemusement cross your face when you finally heard me stammer out what I'm feeling in the crudest and most simplistic way possible terrifies me. I'd rather face down a thousand Bahamuts on my own than see the moment I drove you away from me in your eyes.
Even if you don't love me back, can't love me back, just don't push me away. We've been through too much together Gen, we've grown up together, laughed together, cried together, played together, trained together... without you I would only be half a man. I can't be myself without you around, you're like part of me.
This is supposed to be a romantic time of year, so I thought I'd at least try to be romantic, but knowing me I'll have screwed it up, or you'll have received a thousand Valentines praising your beauty and elegance and everything like that using similes and metasphors and fancy language. I'm a plain guy, all I can use are plain words. I only wish they did you justice.
I love you Genesis.
Your Angeal
