I can't believe you responded

Nokkhotro,

I can't even believe you responded to my existence, my texts, my little offerings to you. And holy miraculous mother of Jesus, you even texted me back!

I mean, can you believe this?

I am so out of your league, whether by qualifications, beauty standards, or anything else. It's not that I'm grinning like a cat who just got a new laser pointer because you are in love with me, but because you acknowledged my existence with actual words.

My initial goal was simply to let you know that I exist and that I am grateful for your existence. Nothing more, nothing less. I was already content just knowing of you. Finding you feels nothing short of a miracle. I know I have said that a hundred times, but expressing my gratitude feels like getting as close as I can to your light.

I mean, how crazy is it that a graceful, beautiful woman like you would even talk to me? Absolutely crazy.

This may sound like I am putting myself down, but I am not. I know my worth, and I love myself very much. Otherwise, I would not still be here. From my point of view, the reason I speak of you with such admiration is because you truly deserve it.

You know, I am your biggest fan as well. There is such a grace in everything you do. You might disagree and say, "Oh no, not really," but if only you could see yourself from my perspective.

Honestly, all of this probably sounds like dramatic, lovesick banter, but I am sure I am not the only one who admires you. I do not mean that in a romantic or gender-specific way, just genuinely.

You have come a long way. You have grown into a beautiful and successful boss lady running your own business and makeup studio. How impressive, right? Ask anyone. You probably do not need to. I am sure your loved ones tell you often how proud they are.

Your birthday is in a few days. I know I should hold myself back from being overly dramatic. I have a million plans, but I am going to contain myself. I believe in actions, as I told you before. For now, I will just tell you about myself.

From, Your orbiting human