I don't think you know, but I envy you so much. Your personality, your creativity, your confidence...Not your boyfriend specifically but the fact that you have one, and that you're so happy together. I don't like to talk when you're around because I just feel so...I don't know, inferior. Like I get halfway through a sentence and wish I could stuff it back into my mouth. You always seem to know the perfect thing to say, something I've struggled with for as long as I can remember.
I don't know, there's something about you that I wish I could be. Sorry if that sounds a bit dramatic, but if I can't say these things on a secret blog, where am I supposed to? I can't replicate the way you're always changing your hair, and how you wear your boyfriend's sweatshirts, and talk in that squeaky voice whenever it gets silent, and doodle on anything and everything, and I can't act like you. But I want to.
None of this is in any way your fault. In fact, you should probably take it as a compliment. But I really, really needed to get that off my chest.
Sincerely,
M
