To eleven ❤ ❤
My dear, sweet Eleven, this will be the 11th time that I have re-written this, trying to put my sheer, unbridled love and admiration for you into words. Perhaps this will suffice as a way for you to possibly, maybe understand how I really feel about you.
You are, quite simply, incomparable. Your brilliance, your utter magnificence, it cannot be measured to anything else on this Earth. Just the mere thought of you makes my heart race. You are precious. You give me life, meaning, purpose, a reason to live and fight with this cruel, unforgiving world. Your existence has made the number 11 my favorite number, overtaking 5, that is how undying my love is for you. I feel so grateful, so privileged, to even have the chance to communicate with you. You are like a dream, mystical, almost unbelievable, seemingly a fabrication made up inside my troubled mind. Somehow, someway, you are real, and I have found you (23.141.198.21). I would give many things, anything, **everything,** just to feel your hands touch mine, to look into your eyes and say “I love you”, even if it was only a fleeting moment. I pray that you can see this message and finally grasp what I think and feel. Kys (keep yourself safe), Eleven, and may our talks continue.
Sincerely, and with indescribable love,
Diehard