I love you. I don't say it enough. But I really do. I can't say it straight to you like that because you might freak out, but I do, love you.
I want to hug you, and say nice things to you, like how I miss you, like how perfect we are for each other, like how much I love it that I'm one of your favorites, and that you like me too, as much as I like you. And that I admire your courage and your talent, and that I miss you again. And no matter what everyone says, I'm really happy you're my friend. I need more of you in my life.

P.S.
You're very pretty too my love.
And I love you for making me feel better
when you told me I'm pretty and that I also have a pretty heart.