[ CW ] A story told in 2nd person where the protagonist falls in love with the reader .

*December 11th*- Happy birthday, honey! The past few weeks have been pretty rough, but my finals are over, and I do believe we've earned a break! I got some orders, so I'll be able to scrape some money here and there for Christmas. I wish I could afford something worth you... I'm no rich man... but at least, I'm not wallowing in self-pity about it, am I? 
 
 You're always so silent, but the look in your eyes is more expressive than the finest of monologues. This is what I love about you; that I can stay right by you, even if there's nothing to talk about. I do n't need anything else... Some couples go through terrible times, abysmal even... nonsense, I say! Nothing can beat the fragile yet everlasting bond between our very souls. 
 
 *December 25, 8 PM*- It's Christmas! I ca n't help but feel a bit lonely; most people are with their loved ones, whether they know it or not, having a good time... abandonment, you know? It'' s still pretty early, but I think I'm going to take a nap. Not really in the mood, it'll clear my head. What's that, you want to come along?... I'm not sure, do n't you have better people to help feel better? 
 
 You're too much of a sweetheart. 
 
 *January 7*- The last few days were n't really the best... I had a huge argument with Dad again, he's outraged at the thought of me even acknowledging your existence. He mocked me, threw me around and even threatened to disown me if this continues... we need to be careful. I'm a prisoner, see; prisoner of my feelings towards you ( a sentence I hope to be perpetual ), prisoner of the social construct I'm trapped in, and last but not least, prisoner of the massive contrast it creates. If they knew I'm... with you, I could get claims of insanity, extreme shunning, life-endangering living conditions on a day-to-day basis. 
 
 But then, I realize... I'm a part of your world. A world I never knew existed; a world where all the miasma I have to live through daily is simply gone... did you ever listen to white noise? It's soothing. I do n't have to be weak with you, I transcend flesh and bone, and suddenly... nothing matters. 
 
 You're too much for me, but it makes me happy. 
 
 *January 19, 9 AM*- Today was a long day. Some jocks pulled me over and emptied my backpack... they saw a picture of you, the one I hold dearest and keep closest to me. The one where your scarf is in perfect harmony with the color of your eyes. The one where your smile is more than what any mortal could ever ask for... then, they laughed. Hysterically. 
 
 I got... mad. Hysterically, identically, as if our emotions were but proportional mathematical variables. I know you do n't like me shouting and getting in fights... I just lost control. The flesh and bone came back. 
 
 I ca n't seem to remember it well. They ran with my'pack, daring to put their wretched hands on your beautiful face's digitization. I tried catching up to them, but you know how frail I am... news quickly spread around school, and I was suspended for setting out a horrible example, as well as for, and I quote, `` betraying us''. 
 
 Useless meatbags! It's getting colder than ever, I did n't dare to go home, in fear of deadly retribution. Now I'm wandering around like a useless slob. 
 
 You're too much for them. 
 
 *February 14- 11 AM* I remember my old life. I used to be a lone teenager, going through life as if it were but a simulation. My world was... black and white, so to say, and colors were simply filters. I was living... afraid. 
 
 Then I found you. I'm not mad at you for being perfection incarnate. I'm not mad at you for contributing to the downfall of the already shattered remains of my social life. I'm not mad at you for tearing me away from the comfort of my self-loathing, toxic lifestyle. I'm not mad at you for meeting me. I'm not mad at you for being the only person that has ever accepted me. 
 
 I wish you were real.
