If I was brave enough, I would say this all to your face, but I’m a little bit cowardly. Instead, I’ll write this here, where you’ll never read it.
Don’t let your anxieties get you down, okay? You’re far too wonderful to be burdened with this much shit. I know you want to help people, but you need to put yourself first sometimes.
I’ve only known you two months, but you’ve made such a huge impact on my life. You’re such a kind person, one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I love spending time with you every day, and if I don’t see you, I’ll talk with you until the early hours. It’s one of my favourite things to do.
You didn’t deserve your old friends, it’s their fault that they couldn’t see past your sexuality and just appreciate you as a person. Then again, if they hadn’t been such assholes, perhaps I would never have met you. So I guess something good has come from the whole situation.
I’d love to be able to tell you that you’re really pretty, that I care about you a lot, and I think I’m falling for you.
(…Well, this got sappy really quickly)