There are things in this world I could give up should I need to. If my dad lost his job indefinitely and my mother died and family didn't care, I could live just fine without a home or a steady diet. I could live without Internet (although I must admit, as an addict, it would be hard... Lol), television, soft blankets, and plentiful soap. I could live without the constant murmur of politics and rumors of wars. I could live without music (the hardest one to live without so far I'd say).

But get this: I need you.

Life is broken. It is. There is no way around this. Only the ignorant will tell you otherwise. But not all that makes up life is utterly lost. I know this now. I look around and everything is so dirty... Except you. You are so perfect. Your smile makes me smile. Your laugh makes me laugh. Your touch sends my nerves into euphoria. I love you.

I've had the strongest urge to hug you all day long today. My chest feels warm and uncomfortable. It invites you to rest your weary head upon it... to lie down and sleep. When I see your face, I'm instantly the happiest person on the face of planet Earth. I could feed on that feeling and I would never starve. You're so perfect.

You are, quite frankly, the cutest girl I have ever known. I honestly do not know how I meet your standards. But remember what we've decided on: It IS possible to be both cute AND hot at the same time... And trust me: you are. But beyond personalities of appearance, you are a beautiful young lady. You're funny. You're talented. You're very intelligent. You are everything and more. So much more than I'd ever ask of you. I love you so much.

I really wish I could tell you all of this to your face, or even over the phone, but I'm sure you're busy. I want you to fully comprehend how much you mean to me. You're worth more than the stars to me. I actually feel a deep tangent coming on about the nature of stars in comparison to you... Yep. Here it is.

The stars we see in the night are dead. They are so far away that by the time we see their light, they have gone supernova and exploded into death. The pretty night lights are dead. But you... You're so alive. And better still, you make me feel alive. You're so fucking perfect... I love you.