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I’ll be the first to admit that I catch feelings for people relatively quick, but rarely does it amount to me considering voicing my feelings as seriously as I do now. Yet here I am. Pulling these thoughts from my head and my heart. Trying to string them into some sort of coherent series of sentences that will accurately portray what I’m wanting to say.

Do people often tell you how soft your hands are? I was surprised when they first brushed mine. I got my first callous doing the same thing you’ve been doing for over a decade. How are yours not covered in them?

I’m struck by the sense of calm that washes over me when I’m around you. Of course I get worried that I’m making a fool of myself in front of you, but all in all, I mainly just feel happy and content. This is even more surprising when you count the beats of my heart at the excitement of seeing you again.

Four summers ago, I began writing letters to the one I will one day marry. I stopped for a while, but a part of me wonders if the fact that I’m drafting letters to you that I will never hand off is a sign.

If you feel the same way, I hope you throw caution to the wind. Don’t let whatever may be standing in our way stop you from exploring your feelings. I promise you that this would be more important to me. You’ll see proof in the hundreds of words I’ll have written about it.