he once told me i changed him for the better and brought him out of his shell, but he changed me too... for the better. he taught me to be more confident and helped me learn what truly makes me beautiful. while i don’t love myself, it makes me feel at ease knowing that someone does. that he does. he’s such a nerd. a dork. which is perfectly fine, i love dorks. he may be a dense idiot sometimes, and make me flustered or embarrassed on call a lot, but that doesn’t change my feelings for him at all. in fact they make them grow. bloom like a flower in the spring on a cherry blossom tree. whenever i’m upset, hearing his voice always puts me at ease. if i break down on calls sometimes and he doesn’t know how to react, his attempts are enough to tell me that everything will be alright. he led me to so many friendships. if i never met him i would have never met gabi, brownlandia, hooky boys, and so much more. he truly turned my achromatic world into one of vibrant colors.