When I woke this morning, I realized how wildly enamored I am with this season. Words cannot express how positively lovely the New England fall is.
Apples. And sweaters. And pumpkins. And hay rides. And corn mazes. Red, orange, yellow. I could just die!
I've never encountered someone like you. Whenever I meet someone new, I constantly wonder if there is someone better. That thought has not once crossed my mind this time. It's just that you make me laugh and you know where Venus is and you say "nice" and you put my armrest up when I'm not looking and you know that I like Sprite and your armpit smells fabulous. And it's just that I feel like I'm not pretty enough or smart enough or interesting enough or logical enough and I worry too much and I'm annoying and awkward and insecure. I'm terrified that I'm going about this all wrong. I'm unsure of what you want, but I could never bring myself to ask you.
Questions, I'm full of them.
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Hm.
I know you hate me. But I really care about you, and I hope this works out for you, and I know you're amazing.
And I hope you stop worrying.
Because you are amazing.
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