Open Love Letter

Dear You,

At the expense of seemly naïve or foolish, I needed to let you know, that I think you’re amazing. You’re so beautiful, but you don’t even realize the ways that you’re most beautiful. You go around walking/riding/driving/running/swimming with all of these worries and insecurities about your body or your brains, but weirdly enough, I like those things about you, even if you don’t. I like the color of your skin, the shape of your hands, and the tone of your voice. I like your butt, your nervous tick, and your laugh.

“I don’t want you to like that about me,” you say? Well, bad luck, Chuck. People will like you, even if you don’t like yourself, I’m sorry to say.

Not to say I like everything about you, so don’t get scared. Sometimes I get really annoyed with you, but even then, I love you. Completely. That things I find annoying are what make you different from me, him, her, them, or zir. There are enough people in the world who collectively love the entirety of you, because you’re beautiful.

Sometimes when I think about you, I can’t even breathe, because I can’t believe you even exist. You really shouldn’t exist. Neither should I. But now we’re here, and we have all of these things we love and hate, and things that we would die for, and things we couldn’t care less about. We have so many conversations, but with so many thoughts in our heads, it’s a wonder that we can speak at all!

You’re amazing, I’ll have you know.

With all the love in my heart,
Heidi