I love you. I really, really love you. I want nothing more than to hold your perfect hand and kiss your perfect lips. I feel like I'll die if I can't touch your beautiful skin. 

My heart breaks when you're upset. I just want to buy you some flowers and chocolate, then teleport myself to your doorstep. After that, we would cuddle on your bed and talk about life. 

I would do anything to make you happy. 

So, I spent today planning some stuff out.

In February, I'll be turning fifteen. This will also be my third year without talking. On February 15th, 2012, I will talk. I guarantee, I will do as much as I can to get there. But it won't be for me, it won't be for my family, it will be for you. I feel this would make you happy, at least for a minute. 

As soon as possible, after talking, I will get a job. I'll be fifteen, so I will be able to get one. 

When I get enough money, I'll ask my parents about going to Ohio. I could pay for the gas, or even plane tickets. I expect Josh will have his license by summer. 

After that, well... endless cuddles.