Dear Crush,
No, I'm not going to say your name, because the moment I do, everything will be so much more real. Like the fact that no matter how hard I try, we can't have that perfect love, filled with happiness and good times. Because no matter how much I like you, you're more inaccessible to me than Prince William himself. And he's getting married next year, no less!
I suppose I should write some of the reasons why I like you, even though you'll never read this letter and all my words will be forever drowned in the sea of people writing to their loved ones. Or perhaps in an ocean of hope, one that's leaving me breathless every time I think about touching your cheek with the back of my hand, or your fingers gently tracing my neckline. My heart fills with joy every time we talk and it's like God meant for us to be brought together, even though not as I would want it to be. But no matter, I guess that's why they say even unrequited love is better than no love at all.
I know I had my shot with you and I blew it, royally. But I still feel your soul close to mine and whenever I look at the blue sky, I hope, deep down, that you're watching it, too and that it takes you back to a better place, one in which we're free to give ourselves to each other, with no boundaries or fears of the outer world. Because that's exactly how I envisioned our love and if there was any justice in the world, I'd be holding you tonight. And every night, for as long as we both live.
Love always,
Soulmate.
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