Letter to the one who could be the one.
I’m flawed. Imperfect as the things I’ve told you before. Probably in contrast to your type, or most everyone else’s. You’re starting to grow a little more on me. And maybe I want to improve myself. When I think I’m already doing better.. When I’m not so easily swayed by forces trying to distract me from you. When I get a more stable source of income. When O can prove to you that I can be just as good and more. I’ll try and really go for you. It may be long, but I’ll try.
Other things might happen or you might not give me a chance to make my point then. It’s all okay. It’ll be great to know that I still gave my best for someone like you, because it’s you. And I hope we can keep being close.
Just right here when you need me.