I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

I Love Snow For The Same Reason I Love Christmas: It Brings People Together While Time Stands Still. Cozy Couples Lazily Meandered The Streets And Children Trudged Sleds And Chased Snowballs. No One Seemed To Be In A Rush To Experience Anything Other Than The Glory Of The Day, With Each Other, Whenever And However It Happened.

I Feel Like You May Be A Special And Kind Person. And I Would Like To Make It My Business To Know Special And Kind People. Especially If They Are Boys My Age.

I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But Who? It’s Moments Like This, When You Need Someone The Most, That Your World Seems Smallest.

The Complexity Embedded In The Different Levels Of Meaning That Go Along With The Words "i Love You" Ought To Be A Whole Mindfuck Of A Video Game