Love letter I never sent to the Moon. 🌚 🌙 🌝 🌑 🌜 🌛

I’m quiet around most people. I keep my opinions to myself and let the rest of the room chatter away. I would rather blend into the background than become the center of attention. I’m not a people person. To be completely honest, I hate most people. They are selfish. They are arrogant. They are a waste of my time.

Most days, I would rather stay home and relax than leave the house and force myself to socialize. At least, that was the way I felt before I met you.

I love looking at you. I love talking to you. I love flirting with you.

You can turn my day around without much effort. All you have to do is compliment my outfit. Send the first text. Make eye contact with me and smile.

The thought of seeing you makes it easier for me to get out of bed in the morning. It makes me excited about the hours to come. the hours i gotta see you.

I’m uncomfortable around most people, but for some reason, conversations between us flow easily. I feel comfortable in your presence. I feel like I can be my stupid self and still make you laugh, make you smile, make you look at me with those eyes I see every time I close mine.

When it comes to most people, I want to exit the conversation as soon as possible. I’m always looking for an excuse to leave. But when it comes to you, I never want the conversation to end. I could stay up past midnight texting you. I could sit in your car and talk for hours about absolutely nothing.

As soon as you leave the room, I cannot wait to see you again. I want to spend as much time with you as possible. I want to know as much about you as possible.

I’m used to pushing people away, but I only want to pull you closer. I want to hear every story you’re willing to tell. More than that, I want to show you the sides of myself that only a few people have ever seen. The sides of myself that I usually keep hidden.

dragon's need a weeks to talked to me before i agree to going out with him. 

other people barely have a chance.

with you? i feel save within hours... 

I don’t get along with most people and maybe that’s why I have grown so attached to you so quickly. It’s rare for me to like people as much as I like you. This feeling is new for me. It’s giving me butterflies and I’m not sure how to deal with them. I’m not sure how to proceed.

I know I’m awkward when it comes to socializing, but that doesn’t seem to matter to you. You seem to like me exactly the way I am. At least, I hope you do. I hope I’m not misreading your signals. I hope I’m not setting myself up for disappointment.

I hope that one day you are as crazy about me as I am about you.