Hi.
I don't even know you.
But I know that he loves you.
I'm not good with this, but I'll try my best to explain how and why.
I think you mess with his head, throw him for a loop then laugh when he gets dizzy
He'd fall for being outdone.
But it's more than intrigue that makes him smile when he gets a text from you.
I think the two of you went something together.
Something… deep. Too deep.
Something… bad. Really bad.
Even if everyone says they'd go anywhere with someone, even if it was to Hell, as long as it was with that person, you and him already had.
I think that something bared your soul to him. And his soul to you.
And he fell for you even more than he already was.
And you don't know he loves you. It's obvious.
I can see it, during the (rare) times he isn't looking at you, but you keep looking at him and your eyes blur and the color fades just a bit, as if you're memorizing his profile because you believe it'll never last.
As if you believe he'll leave you.
He won't.
Because every time he looks back and you look away, I can see him wondering how he can make you stay.
You're the one who'll break him, if you ever leave.
Which is saying something given how many have left him before.
Even I haven't… always been there for him.
But you… you'll destroy him.
You'll kill something inside of him, like pouring a bucket of ice water into a bonfire.
He has given you the power to either excise his heart or exorcise the darkness he somehow has yet will never tell me how.
You never seem to make him, but he still wants to be a better person because of you.
Not that he was a bad person before.
But he looks at you like you're some descended goddess from another plane, and he wants to be worth it.
You must've noticed that for some time now, he's been… angry.
It's a quiet kind of angry, and it's usually under some kind of smile…
… but it's there.
Like some grave injustice happened that no one knows about except him.
And you.
But you are the calm to his storm, the peace to his turmoil.
And whatever it is that isn't okay, as long as the two of you were okay, then eventually everything else will be.
The two of you will make things okay. I believe you two can change anything.
I like to think you figured it out on your own. Or better, he told you himself.
He seems to trust you enough.
I want to hate you.
I should hate you.
But I can't.
Because you make him smile in a way that doesn't seem like he switched faces.
Because he looks at you and he squints as if you glow too bright but he wants to keep looking.
Because you make him want to better, wiser, kinder, truer.
Because you bring out what he tries to hide.
You make him happy.
You make him feel safe.
How- How can I compete with that?
So, please…
Could you keep making fun of him in that smartmouth way only you seem to know how to do? Because he needs that.
Will you always stay with him?
Will you keep accepting him at his worst? Because it brings out his best.
And also… will you tell him you love him, too?
Because it hurts watching him question himself for you.