Dearest,
Oh Alfredo, Do you know what kind of joy you bring, when you're with me? Your smiles and giggles to my jokes somehow awakens the butterflies inside my soul. You make me smile too, even with the simplest things you do. And what matters most is that you're here, in front of me -- that you are near.
You are so near, my dear Alfredo, but only in sight, and a little too far for my hopeless heart to reach. And it hurts me, oh Alfredo, it hurts me so bad my heart aches but still, I am grateful, that you are near.
I thank heavens, my Alfredo, that I am still here, alive, and breathing with the same air in your system. If I had the guts, I could tell you now how I feel for you, that you make me happy, and that you are my cure. But you were laughing, laughing on that same funny video we have watched a couple of times. And this is perfect, you are perfect, and I am not one to ruin it for spilling some irrelevant feelings.
So I'll just sit here, and laugh with you, and try my best to be as perfect as you are, and imagine we're good for each other. Oh dear Alfredo, I like to imagine you and me, in an island too -- you'd chase me in the shore, and hug me from behind like the ones in the movies.
I just love to be in an adventure but with you only. This sucks, I like you so much that I want to ask -- how are we not more than friends?
Love,
Marayah