Dear P,

Ik y'll never ever read it that's the only reason why I'm writing this. P, y hold a place in my heart which is unexplainable idk what are we? Are we grammatically us even? Idk but all ik is your stupid smile, your mole on the nostril, your eyebrows lift, your fucking voice, your lips, your cheeks arrghh. Okay. I love you. I love y in a way which is beyond my explanations I don't wanna pour out my heart but y never known I wish may this shit reaches y bc. I love y sm.