I think I’m addicted to your existence.

I hate becoming attached to people because, when I do, it’s that much more difficult when they leave, or, if after I die, I never see anyone I love again. I’m not saying that to be cute, or to be cliché, or to make you feel an artificial sense of significance, because the significance you have in my life doesn’t really need an exaggeration. I feel like I’ve spent more than fifteen years (which doesn’t really seem like too much, but it’s all I know) learning that people aren’t worth dedication. Not to sound condescending or anything, that’s not my intention. Just that people generally aren’t worth it, because everything they do is evolutionary, and evolution has caused for human beings to be very selfish, narcissistic, pompous, egomaniacal (the list goes on) creatures. And people only do things to benefit themselves.

I don’t feel that with you.

I know you’re just a human being. We’re all just human beings. I’ve come to notice that you do a lot of things people wouldn’t normally do. You put yourself in a very vulnerable emotional position when we talk, and I appreciate that. A lot. I know there’s a phrase or a string of words I could assemble to express how much your entire being has affected me, but I honestly just don’t know what they are. But when I think about it, I get a sickeningly lovely feeling.

Yeah, I never really got that feeling before you.

But when I’m deprived of your existence and your presence and your essence… that’s when I don’t feel so well. Remember when we didn’t talk for like a month after we started talking? And we didn’t know each other so well? I still really missed you then, which was a really bad sign for me, so I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't attach myself to you. Too late, I guess. The situation pretty much only became more extreme after you hopped over the wall I built up and hung out with me for a while.

Just wanted you to know that you’ve permanently restored my faith in humanity, and I miss you a lot when you leave.
That’s all.

PS- Distance. Sucks.

PPS- I really, really love you. Like a whole bunch.