Craig,

I don't think I can ever explain how much I love you. How you make me feel, even when you're not even trying. You glance at me, and I go into a mental panic attack, but it's not bad, it's good, because all that time I'm thinking about how lucky I am, and what it would be like to lose you. I can't lose you, Craig. I need you more than anything. I mean it! Even coffee.

You didn't give me that letter until the end of Valentines day, where you had to go to your aunt's house and gave me it so I wouldn't be too sad, so this is why I'm writing this now, to repay you. I'm not going to make you feel guilty, because I like when you see your family more, it shows them you do care, but I was still upset, and your note took away some of that pain, because it made me love you more, and love is a happy thing, when it's requited.

I never really told you, when you asked me out, but I've loved you for ages. I think I knew I loved you a year after our fight in third grade, and we were at a sleepover with most of the boys in our class, and I was up scared about the gnomes, and you got up too, and held me all night. I fell in love with you there and then.

I know I have insecurities, and I'm so grateful that you love me anyway, and I'm slowly getting over them, quickly getting more confident. You have similar issues though, too. You're afraid to let people in, and I think that was one of the reasons I found it hard to recognise you liked me. I just didn't believe what I was seeing.

I remember that night you gave everything to me. It wasn't our first time, or even our first date, it was just when we were talking about what we wanted to do when we were older, and I asked you whether we would stay with me. You cried then, and told me you could never leave me, that you love me. I cried too, and told you I love you back. I think we had both kept it secret for a while, and it was really just stating facts, but I felt so close to you that night.

Because you let me in.

I'm not the perfect boyfriend, Craig, I'm really not. I'm too clingy, too needy, and I have a bunch of problems. Then again, we're still perfect for each other. Because you protect me, and I care for you. I can only show it through little things, like when you get beaten up instead of me, and I kiss your bruises and clean you up, or when you give me coffee, and I offer you a few sips of it, and ask if you want anything else, but I do.

I think I might cry if I keep writing this. I really might! I don't want to do that or… I'm going to spare you what I'm thinking. Okay, one more thought.

I love you.

Tweek x