Hi.

I've sent you my website a billion times, and maybe other Neocities websites even a billion times more—a common theme among all of them is that they have "shrine" pages. I thought of all the things I could make a "shrine" of; Little Busters is definitely on that list, and maybe Fall Out Boy too...but I don't think I like any of those things as much as I like you.

Thank you for a very great six months. If you didn't know, that's half of a year. And that's kinda crazy to think about. Even Lor was shocked; she said something like, “What do you mean six months? I thought it's been two.” You have done so well in words I cannot describe at being an amazing partner. I don't show it enough, but my gratitude is immense—you have kept me grounded in sensitive moments and ambitious when I needed that encouragement. You validate and reassure me, you compliment me and shower me with really corny flirtation, and, once more, you make me a better person.

I hope that you see me in your future in the way that I see you in my future. I hope, as much as we individually succeed, we collaboratively succeed. You are a person I want to laugh with for as long as I can. You are a person I want to keep ruining my sleeping schedule for. You are a person I want to keep sending random songs to, even if I know you won't really like them, in hopes that you send me one in return.

And I have always thought of love songs to be nothing more than songs made for strangers by strangers. People recounting their love that I know nothing about; that's how I thought of them, that's what they are. But as time progressed, and thoughts of you began interrupting my idyllic days, love songs have become something that I attribute to you. I will hear a certain lyric and I'll be reminded of you, and I feel a little embarrassed about it, but I suppose that's what heterosexuality does to a person. I have told you before—but a few lines from Paramore's "The Only Exception" constantly remind me of you:

And I've always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But you are the only exception

Accidentally, I have associated this entire song with you. It starts playing and I just think of you. You are a stupid, stupid man, and I think I am falling for you in the way you are falling for me. I have finally taken a risk after nineteen years and I don't think I'll regret it. I could never regret my genuine feelings for a person. You are my only exception.

It's getting a little too sappy and maybe far too blunt. I'm not sure what this "letter" is; documentation of our romance, a genuine shrine to my partner, a digital thank-you note, or a really strange gesture that I decided to create as I have no stamps or envelopes in my home currently...but I hope what I am trying to say is evident and I look forward to continuing to see us grow. You are very special to me.

I can't wait to see you.

Love,
Aubrey