a note for the mother of a boy who means the world to me
Mrs. Julie, there’s something I need to tell you that I never thought I would ever tell you. I’m in love with your son, or so I think I am. I have honestly been liking him since the first day I’ve met him at one of his gigs when he was with Charme and the Melophobia and I begged Valerie to let me get a picture with him. You might think I’m silly for thinking this, but I feel if it’s been three years and my feelings have never changed, something must me real. I’ve told Gabe how I felt about him more than once and never got the response I was hoping for. I’d always try to make him like me or make him jealous when is talk about other boys to him but he’s just not that type of person. Your son is a beautiful hearted, wise, and old soul that I can’t get enough of. But enough to about what I’m sure you already know to be true. What irritates me the most about this situation is I can’t get over that boy no matter what I do. I’ve spent nights of tears and music, talking to so many people about this, and just cursing myself out for not understanding that not everyone is going to like me the way I want them to. Every time I would try/attempt to get over him, something always happens and I’m back at square one not knowing what to do with myself. An example is at school this past month I visited the library to check out books so as the teenage girl I am I go to the romance section. (Now before I go any farther, you should know that around this time I was really crushing on a boy at my school) Browsing the books I came across a book about music and love. I thought it was perfect for me so I checked it out and started reading and you’ll never guess what the main characters name was (hint: it’s Gabe.) And just like that I was over the school boy and back with good ole Gabe, like always. Gabe half of the reason why I do what I do. I’m not sure why I think this but I do mostly everything I can to make Gabe proud of me. I would list what those things would be but this is long enough and I’m still not done letting out what I need to say. Long-term relationships aren’t a thing for me because I’m too worried if at any second Gabe would like me, and I’m already taken and Lord knows I can’t let that happen. Talking to Gabe gives me as much happiness as listening to music is. Gabe is simply a genre of music for me. I don’t care if it’s via messaging or (my absolute favorite) in person. Gabe talking is like a song that I never want to end but, sadly, always will. Now that you probably think I’m a complete freak, i need you to understand that I know I can risk my future with him if we’d happen to date and it not work out which is why I’m willing to wait until we are both more mature and ready and for him to actually like me. I keep rambling and I know I can go on and on for hours just talking about Gabe but I’m sure your tired of reading. I hope this wasn’t too painful to read because I honestly don’t even know what I wrote. I just typed what I felt and this is the result. Please don’t be weirded out because I don’t now how a mother would feel after reading something about her son like this and I hope it doesn’t make things awkward and I HOPE you don’t tell him about this because I would die of embarrassment. Thank you for your time and….yeah that’s all I’m going to put you through.
