Dear Bob,

I’ve been turning these words over in my mind for a while now, unsure how to begin, because nothing ever seems to capture quite how I feel about you. But here it is, simple and honest—being around you has quietly become one of the best parts of my life.

It’s the little things I notice most. The way you carry yourself, the way you speak, the way you make ordinary moments feel lighter without even trying. Somewhere along the way, my appreciation for you grew into something deeper, something I can’t ignore anymore.

I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I know that when I think about the future—even in the smallest ways—you’re there. And that feeling, as overwhelming as it can be, is also incredibly right.

I’m not expecting anything from this. I just felt that you deserved to know the truth: I care about you more than just a friend. A lot more.

Whatever happens next, I’m grateful for you—truly.

Yours,
Anne Frank

please be mine

i love you pookie patootie

-rep too good at the game

-rep

mind turning your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cheats off ♥♥♥♥♥?

youre a black beautiful woman

yeah, poo eyes