Cinnamon Roll Set Up (Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Spice)

Letter

Two years ago

Dear Georgia,

I think of myself as a writer, yet when I’m with you, I lose all grasp on words. It’s probably for the best. I can’t tell you how I feel, so I’m going to write it. Maybe unleashing some of my feelings on this innocent piece of paper will help me manage them the next time we’re together.

I’m in love with you. I don’t know when it happened. I suspect it’s been coming on for a long time. Your friendship has gradually become the most important relationship in my life. Your smiles the only thing I want to see. Your laughter the only thing I want to hear. The realization today was a jolt straight through my ribcage that seared your name on my heart.

I know, I know. This is already so cheesy it’s clogging my arteries. You would probably laugh until you cried if you read it. I can’t help it. I’ve had relationships before, women I cared about. What I feel for you goes so much deeper .

It’s not just the difference in time and knowing myself better.

The difference is you —your heart, your humor, your willingness to do absolutely anything for the people you care about. The way you throw yourself wholly into the things you enjoy. The way your joy shines through your art. The way you think you don’t trust anybody, but you have a circle of people you fiercely love who truly love you back.

I am one of those people. I’m not delusional enough to think that you love me the same way. But I am in the group of people who adore you. Utterly and completely.

I should probably burn this. That’s the traditional thing to do with unsent love letters, isn’t it? Is this one of those “felt cute, might delete later” bits you tried to explain to me the other day?

I love you, Georgia Donnelly. I wish I could tell you.

Yours always,

Miles