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To the one with the brightest smile, craziest laugh, and the most graceful existence,

I don't know if you'll be able to read this till the end(or read it at all) because you're probably surrounded by too many people who must certainly be telling you about how amazing you looked at that party and how one of their friends have a crush on you. But just in case, by God's grace and your patience, you're willing to read this, I'll give you a brief. I love you and I know I can never have you. And I'm okay with it. I don't want anything in return, I swear. I just want you to know. That's it.

I'm definitely not your type and to be honest, I think I'm nobody's type. I'm boring, passive and everything contrary to your interests. Unlike you, I don't like too much happening and I'm not at all the life of the party (in fact, I'm not even invited!). I do not have many amazing abilities but I do know how to write. And I do realize that you're my muse and I want to thank you for that. Sure many people must have told you how important, how beautiful and how amazing you are in ways that must have made you feel special. But I adore simplicity. I won't use lovely metaphors to tell you my feelings because you're the finest piece of art and as much as I want to, I can't find the words that will qualify for your praise. You've given a rhythm to my poetry, feelings to my words and thoughts to my head. I hope you know what that means to somebody who's constantly stumbling for words and if you don't, I'll tell you. What you've given me is like rain to a farmer, affection to an orphan, breath to someone drowning. And even if it's temporary, I thank you all the same.

You'd choose somebody who can make you feel the way you make me feel and sadly, that somebody isn't me. You'd choose somebody who can make you happy all the time. You must be thinking that despite knowing we can't happen and that I can never be that somebody, why am I writing this? Well, it's because even if I can't be that somebody always, I wish with all my heart that one day when their words don't make you feel a thing because you're so used to them and when you're doubting your worth, you realise that you gave a writer a muse and I really hope that that makes you happy, at least for some time.
I hope you know a writer once loved you and I hope you take pride in it.

Loves*

Yours (in my dreams),
Just another one

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