Oh, sure, you’re the kind of guy I used to get crushes on, back in high school. Tall and mysterious, with eyes that strike me as a little sad — searching, even. You carry an air of cool indifference that I know can’t be real. An indifference that I’m sure even you, with all your world-weariness, would love to replace with some warmer emotion. Something along the lines of optimism, or at the very least, tenderness. Because isn’t that the way you really are, my crush? Lonely and vulnerable and aching for somebody to take your hand and give you a sense of hopeful enthusiasm about the world, again. Hey lover, I can do all that and more for you, no problem at all. Let me stoke our little flame of love, here, and help turn it into a steady, crackling fire, with enough heat to keep the both of us warm, in this cold and disconnected world. Hey lover, let me run my hands through your hair, and give you all the ressurance you need about feeling loved and desired, and that you’ll always have a place in another lonely, searching heart. Because together, lover, we can become so much more than we ever could, trying to find our way on our own. Hey lover, this is more than a crush… and do you know how I know that, my beautiful lover-to-be? A crush is based on fantasy, but true love is created from truth. And the truth is that I know you, just as well as you know me, now. That truth just keeps on bringing us closer together, with each and every totally true love story that flows between us.❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.