Danielle.

I think you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met and it’s insane to me that I don’t know you as well as I want to.

It makes sense: you’re a very private person. To be accepted into your heart and life with open arms is more than enough for me, I’m just very curious about you.

I’ve just always been very curious about you, Ms. Daniels.

I felt your energy touch mine the first time we met and then that accent of yours came out and I was done for.

Then I remember you laughed this very loud laugh at one point, and I was a complete goner.

There was...I’m a bit in love with you, if I’m being honest, which I am.

It’s a thing that happened so slowly I didn’t even realize it until that day we went to PG Plaza? I remember looking at you and knowing I was screwed, knowing I was in over my head, thinking “oh shit, that’s what that feeling is when I think about seeing her? I’m going to literally die.”

You’re absolutely wonderful. I’ve met a lot of people and you are definitely one of the best of the best.

Have you seen yourself walk? Head held high, shoulders back, crown sitting pretty on that big ass head of yours; shining as bright as your smile, a constant reminder to all that you are not to be fucked with.

Have you had a conversation with yourself? All rapid hand gestures and uncontrollable facial expressions, looking into your eyes and seeing that flame of passion you hide from the world. Listening to you go on and on and on, smile on my face because your voice is damn lovely.

Have you been hugged by you? Loved by you? No, I suppose you haven’t.

I’m sorry for that, that’s a tragedy.

You give wonderful hugs and your love is honestly like a warm blanket and a mug of perfectly made hot chocolate.

I miss you, Dani.

...a lot more than I even realized, which is saying something.