Dear Barret,

We are like two mourning doves.

You've made me realize soulmates don't need to be romantic.

I know that was likely your intention of things. To be honest, I really do wish I liked you like that, but I just don't and it hurts to think about it. It pains me sometimes to go about my day with you; holding that in the back of my head and not knowing if you've decided to move on from me or if you're heartbroken. I wish you'd tell me.

But anyways, I just wish I could tell you to your face without getting emotional, but you truly are so special to me.

You make me feel safe, you make me feel seen, you make me feel like I'm not alone. I love the way you carry yourself, the morals you hold yourself to as well as other people, what annoys you, what you like, your habits, the way your voice softens when you shuffle your tarot cards, the way your pupils dilate when you look into mine, how red your face gets when we laugh together, how comfortable you are sharing your feelings with me through a handwritten note.

I have that note taped to my ceiling above my bed.

I cannot put into accurate words how grateful I am that you stepped into my life one day. I can't even recall how it happened, but here we are.

I will never get Saturday out of my head, sitting in the hammock with you, skin to skin, munching on candy while we giggled at Family Guy clips... I saw you in the reflection of my phone, and all I can say about it is I truly felt loved. I feel adored, I feel observed, I feel such an indescribable connection towards your soul that it depresses me to remember I do not have romantic feelings. I wish I did. I really do. We make so much sense.

I write to you on the Unsent Project, but none have been uploaded (they take an eternity to even submit)

Thank you for being my best friend Barret
Thank you for opening my eyes so such a warm feeling