Because I'm still having some sort of writer's block, here's a mini chapter. I'm currently just writing a bunch of stuff so I can post them later, but it's so hardddd. Thanks again for the lovely comments and support! Special thank you to zoellas and allisonwonderland1496 for the reviews because they REALLY make me happyy! But thank you all for reading!
Dear You,
Despite ourselves, we all think about love at some point in our lives. I'm going to tell you now that I am not a strong person. I'm weak and fragile because sometimes, even the littlest of things will make me crack and I'm scared I will shatter and fall apart. I'm not kind or forgiving or intelligent or special in any way at all. I am not someone who would be wanted by anyone. That's why I think love is scary, because the thought of no one wanting you is scary.
I don't know what love is exactly, I only have my ideas. Love is a phone call, walking hand in hand, messing up each other's hair, a deep fluttering within your stomach. It makes you feel safe or flustered or angry; it makes you feel something that we crave all the time. But most of all, I think that love is you. You make me feel warm, like I belong somewhere. I feel like I belong with you, no matter how wrong and ridiculous it sounds. I am selfish to want something that I shouldn't have, but sometimes, you have to be selfish in life.
You've helped me so much, leaving me unable to recall everything. Throughout my journey you've been by my side, guiding me and never straying too far away. You showed me how to discover who I was and my goals that I wanted to achieve. I learned how to work hard, to earn what I wanted. Because of you, I see a future, one that I want you to be in. I'm not saying these things out of admiration or gratitude. I'm only saying these words because for once in my life, I'm absolutely sure of something- my feelings for you.
I didn't fall in love with you, Steven. I ran into it, chasing after you the whole entire time. I knew what would happen, but I made my choices, never regretting them no matter how lost or confused I felt at times. I wanted to love you, not caring about whether you felt something too. If I could pick anyone in this entire universe, you would be my first choice. I'd pick you, not by default or by being blinded by my emotions. It would just always be you. You can tell me I'm young and inexperienced, that I don't know anything. I'm horribly in love with you, and sadly, that's okay.
Giving yourself fully to someone used to scare me, but if it's you, I can be free of worries. I don't need a Prince Charming or a perfect guy to be in my life or need me. Life is all about cherishing- people, memories, moments. I cherish you, what you embody as a person and what you've done not only for me, but for our world. I'm imperfect, my life is not a fairy tale or a love story. A part of me will always love you and want to be with you. This might be a pathetic confession, but I'm happy, the heavy weight can be lifted off my chest. Thank you for allowing me to love you, even for a little bit.
I believe in chance. Miracles. Dreams. Wishes. Impossible ideas. Like maybe one day, you'll love me back.
xoxo
From,
Me
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I'm not super duper happy with this one, but I needed to write something. And if it's not clear, "You" is Steven Stone and "Me"is May. It's pretty bittersweet and vague and maybe even a little confusing. I also apologize for any errors I might have missed while editing this. Please rate and review if you enjoyed! It means the world to me! Hopefully better chapters will be added soon!