A letter from April 6th, 2021

(you wrote this in december 2020, i hope you still remember how this feels) He did so may nice things for me and i think about love one million times a day and i cry for at least half because he calls me for small things and try to keep the conversation going and he stays when everybody else leaves and he tells me to go to sleep and he asks me if i liked his haircut and he keeps playing my song and he asks me about my progress and then he shows me his progress and then he compliments my work and tells me he needs to do better and i think about him when i listen to a love song but i realize we are from two different worlds. and in my mind i always try to find a place where we could meet in the middle because for once in my life maybe someone thinks that im the nicest thing and i occupy more space in this universe than i could ever imagine and i get scared because when he stops calling, my phone will get so quiet and i'll only be able to look back now and say that for a brief moment, someone wanted my attention and i his so then i spend every moment wanting to make sure that he knows that his calls are always welcome even if it makes me confused and i will always help even if it means getting used, again and i'm sorry if my calls bother you and i'm sorry if i ask too many questions and you must be so tired right now.