My Dear Ms. Catnip,
I’m nervous with anticipation. I get butterflies and flush just thinking of you. And the moment I see you I am put at easy by how warm you are towards me and by how easy it is. And I wonder If you are simply wonderful to everyone?
What is it about you that has captured me so completely: The delicate features of your face, The way you smile when you see me, The directness of your gaze, or the honesty of your straightforward manner? Or, are you just nice to me and I like it?
If I had not been fucked up for so long, I would dismiss it as a mad stupid overwhelming crush? But I know the difference. And what I wonder is if you see the difference? Maybe this love comes easy to you from me. But it wounds me deeply, and I will never recover.
I love you Catnip.