Three months ago, I wrote an article entitle To the Boy Who Doesn’t Know He Stole My Heart. Since its publication, the boy it was written about is now wise to the fact that the article was about him. So, here is another letter to you, Boy Who Now Knows He Stole My Heart.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: you have no idea how much of a relief it was to tell you. The weight of hundreds of missed opportunities to tell you was lifted from my chest as the words slipped past my lips.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: you confessed to me that you are a thief. You knew of your guilt before I pressed charges.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: it is still just as easy to love you as it was before you knew. And it is even easier to believe you when you say you love me back.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: you were waiting. You did feel the same all that time. You were unaware that you had lifted my heart and I was unaware I had lifted yours.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: you make me so happy. Even now as I sit here next to you writing this, and you are unaware I am writing about you, you sneak glances at me and smile. You’re a supporter, a shoulder to cry on, a friend to lean on, a happy place to call my own. Nothing else matters when you make me smile. I forget, for just a second, whatever came before to make me frown and only think of you. And when I smile, you smile. Suddenly I’m lost in you. Lost in your dimpled cheeks. Lost in the crinkles that form by your bright blue eyes from laughs that have passed but stay with you. I get lost in the happiness I can cause in you without even trying.
To the boy who now knows he stole my heart: I was right to trust you. You hold my heart like a precious stone. You see its beauty and do not want to tarnish it. You see its fragility and no not want to crack it. You see its worth and know that you are lucky to have it. You do not hide it in fear of this precious object being stolen from you, you know that it is yours. So you hold it close to your own heart, which resides with me.
