Demyx.

This is slightly childish, I'm aware.

I'm a nineteen year old boy who can't even muster up the courage to talk to my best friend face-to-face about something that I deem as pretty fucking important.

I'm stalling.

I'm stalling because I have absolutely no clue as to how to tell you what I need to tell you. And I say need because this has been driving me crazy. I can't sleep because I keep imagining how you're going to react when I finally tell you. I can't sit in the same room along with you because then I can feel the words threatening to bubble out in a frenzied and disorganized mess. And I can't think because every thought seems to lead back to how you could hate me when I finally tell you.

I sound like an angsty teenage girl, I apologize.

I have this complex about weaknesses. I've always believed that one's weaknesses shouldn't be displayed for everyone to see because it makes them think of one as flawed. And I always believed showing emotion was one of the greatest weaknesses of them all.

But then I met you.

And you wore your emotions on your face for the world to see and you were never ashamed to admit to a weakness.
And I realised that that didn't make you flawed.
Instead it made you perfect in every way.
I can just imagine the look of confusion that you're wearing on your face as you read this dribble.

So let me get to the point.

I love you, Demyx.

And not the sort of platonic love that gets thrown around by everyone in friendly statements of 'I love you, man.'

No, I love you in the kind of way that makes me want to hold your hand when we're alone and we're sitting in secure silence
And
We're sitting so comfortably, with my shoulder pressing so close to yours,
That
I could just reach over and trace your lips of I wanted to.
If I could.

I love you in the sort of way that makes every compliment you give me cause my face to turn a baffling shade of red and an army of butterflies to colonise my stomach.

I love you in the sort of way even being this romantic and sappy doesn't embarrass me (much).
But the saddest part is that I love you so much that I could never give this letter to you.
Because the thought of you not feeling the same way about me is crushing. And I would rather live in misplaced hope than have the truth displayed to me.

I'm a coward.
A hopelessly in love with you coward.

Yours,

Zexion.

XxX

Dear Zexion.

You should know better than to leave letters, which you aren't planning on sending, just lying around.

I love you too.
And I mean that in a non-platonic way.

Love,

Demyx.