It’s been two years, my love.

It all started in the winter of 2019, October. We started off as awkward buds, to having friendly conversations twice a week to several conversations almost everyday. I felt this consuming connection within, every time I engaged in a conversation with her. Something about her made me so gleeful, buoyant, exuberant, that I could not explain, and before I knew it, I was obsessed.

Certain things occur in a certain way at a certain time and place for a providential reason. Sometimes, people are brought into our lives for a purpose, but whatever reasons and purposes she was here to fulfill, I could care less at this point, because I’m honored of where destiny bought us.

Iffy; My affable friend, my fluffy chick, my lil potaetoe sacc, my girlfriend, my bby, my precious lil baybay, my smol babie, my twee fox, what not?

There was never a day, after the 20th of October, 2019, when we didn’t talk. We barely get to see each other everyday, yet our bond remains telepathically immense. Barely am I able to recognize you, your voice, your face, your figure; you never let me.

Every single day, do I yearn to see your crescent smile, your luscious hair resting on your shoulders, your pretty amber orbs; your presence near me. Every day has seemed to be a misery of lust, waiting for the day when I finally meet you to arrive. At this point it feels utterly impossible, experiencing having to drift further away from you every second.

You lack yourself from me, a severe dehydration arises from my overdosed soul, a sense of unenchant crosses my mind all those depressing times I am forced to keep away from you, your light.

We do more than spend time together, we share worlds, experiencing moments as one and because of that, I’d like to explore this entire planet with you. I’ve spent a large part of my past in fear of the future, but with you tomorrow looks like an adventure.

About a world trying to shape you into something cold.

But I’ll tell you, I hate cold, both in the wind and in people.

I don’t know how you look and smell, but I know you’re there, somewhere. I don’t know who you really are, but I know you’re warm like me. Not exactly like me, but you’re into everything I’m into. Sometimes you don’t laugh at my jokes, knowing how sensitive and contrasting our sense of humor is, but instead smile at my attempts and that smile…it’s more than enough for me.

People will tell us we’re just young and that it’s always easy at this ambience. Nevertheless, we’ll laugh,(I imagine your giggle at this point, not clearly knowing what your chuckle sounds like) knowing the happiness we have is one that we’ve worked for. It will defy all possible odds, we will show the world how to love truly again.

So to you, wherever and however you are, I have spent a dreadful lifetime looking for you. Without knowledge of how you look and smell, I know exactly how you make me feel.

You’ve taught me so many things, starting from now and how not to mess around, to who and who not to talk to. You’ve guided me in ways everyone else failed to, you’ve loved me in ways everyone else failed to, you’ve talked to me in ways everyone else failed to, you’ve understood me in ways everyone else failed ton and I can’t be anything but heavily thankful for that. I hope you know of the massive favors you’ve (unknowingly) done for me, and I hope I’ve returned them to you too.

Thank you first of all for accepting me and loving me for exactly who I am. This isn’t easy. I can be stubborn, difficult and confusing, but you love and accept me for me. There are days I wonder when you’ll finally come to your senses, move on and find a new BFF, one who isn’t so complicated, but to my amazement, you never do. You tell me you’ll take the good with the bad, and when I question whether I have any good left, you’re always there to reassure me and show me that I do.

Thank you for loving me in my dorky and difficult moments, moments where if the rest of the world saw them, they’d probably walk away. Thank you for understanding me like no one else does; if we didn’t have the connection we did, I can’t imagine how lonely and big this world would feel. Because of you, this world seems like a little friendlier place, one I can see myself being a part of.

Honestly, I can talk about you all day and all through the night, and even now I have a million more things to say. Be that as it may, too many words get to be good for nothing, so I’ll simply end it at “you’re the most magnificent individual I’ve ever met, and I can’t envision not having you in my life.

A wave of lovely emotions have never hit me as hard as they did this time, an overflow of adoration was enough to get me indulged within the virtual presence of anyone like you.

Happy two years, Iffy.

I love you.

❤❤❤