Samantha -

Love at first sight. What a load of nonsense. Yes? No? It doesn’t matter whether you agree with me or not, because my purpose is to tell you what’s been going on. I hope by reading this letter, you will gain some kind of insight as to why things have been going a bit odd. To be perfectly honest I think you’ve got it all worked out anyway, and by writing this letter, all I’m doing is making an even bigger fool of myself. Now that that first introductory paragraph is over, here’s my main point.

You are beautiful. I don’t know how you could have reached your 30th birthday already and not noticed this fact for yourself, but you seem to be oblivious to it. I’m certainly not, and if that thought makes you uncomfortable, then you’re free to never speak to me again. However, and I hope you’re still reading, I’m well aware that my ability to read minds is severely limited, and so I actually have no idea how you feel about me. That is, at the moment, entirely irrelevant, but never mind.

You’re going away, and you asked me to tell you, no matter what it was, if there was anything bothering me. Well, you’ve just had it. I think you’re beautiful, and if you don’t believe me then you’re not as intelligent as I esteem you to be. These past four months in particular have been near torture - being so close to you and not knowing how much you have worked out from my sudden stuttering and compliments.

Beyond that, I don’t know how to categorize my feelings for you. “I like you” doesn’t quite cover it, but I don’t believe that after almost a year of mere friendship you can really love anyone. I’ve been trying to read your body language and to be perfectly honest, you might be an open book most of the time, but in terms of body language, I might as well be illiterate. My friends, stealing my phone, have all been reading things into our conversations, and I’ve picked up a few things from you myself. Despite this, I’m also quite ready to believe it was all wishful thinking on my part, and I can try and get back to loving you as a friend, nothing more.

I hope I haven’t totally freaked you out, and I also hope you haven’t waited until on the plane to read this, although on the other hand, it will give you approximately 18 hours to think about it, before you can even think about contacting me back. I know you would have  preferred to have heard this all from me, to your face, but I’m afraid that when I look at you, and see you, and try to talk to you, it’s almost too much to try and remember how to breathe.

-Dominic