Is it possible to be imperfect and perfect at the same time? Maybe not. This doesn’t relate to you, it was only a question that we can one day talk about together. We have a lot of talks and want to continue them tomorrow, and the days, weeks, months, and years after. I know I sound weird, but I mean every word…I just think you feel happy when we talk, and I feel the same way. I also feel like I have more to say to you after we finish talking, and that you do, too. Those are things that I feel sometimes but one thing I always feel is the need to tell you that I love: the way we laugh at corny jokes together; the way you talk under your breath when you are nervous about the next U.S. History test; the way your smile is as comforting as a blanket covering you in a cold room; the way I am mesmerized every morning when you greet me with that same smile.

There’s one way I feel and there’s the way you make me feel (get it? the Michael Jackson song haha). To get back to the point, I like, adore, admire, love you. And I don’t mean it in the stereotypical “I’d die for you” way, but more like “we can protect each other.”
Every thought that you speak is like a new favorite song to me. I wasn’t looking for it, but it was there, I heard it, and it makes me wonder how many more there are in the future, that I will be lucky to come across.

—By Marie-Therese, 16, Queens, New York