Dear Alex,
If I’m truthful, I don’t even know where to start so this going to be one of those rambles that has no sense of order whatsoever.
It’s always really hard to write about you; not because you’re not great cause you are, but because whatever I write here never sounds enough. I’m trying to make other people understand something that I don’t completely understand myself.
We met a week after my 16th birthday and I was told you were a player, you were a horrible guy that I couldn’t trust that would just use me for sex. I didn’t speak to you when we met. I simply buried my head in my phone and admired you from afar. Yes, my friend was right. You were gorgeous and you did have a smile that would make any girls heart melt, but I was determined I wasn’t going to fall for you. hahahaha that went well didn’t it!
I added you on Facebook, purely because you were a little bit beautiful and I did want to get to know you. I never thought I would end up being your girlfriend. I honestly didn’t even think we would be friends because you are so confident and I’m pretty shy.
But the weeks past, and we exchanged numbers, talked a lot more and then something started to change. I went to a party, did something stupid and I found myself confiding in you. You were the shoulder I cried on (metaphorically of course). It was around about now that I realised I had fallen for you.
I waited ages. You went out with a girl from my school, and you don’t know this, but when I found out, I wasn’t happy for you. Well, I was, but I wanted it to be me. I wondered what I was doing wrong, why wasn’t it me?
You two broke up and I was there for you like you were for me. The closeness returns along with some pretty hardcore feelings and then one night, those feelings got the better of me and out it came.
“I like you alex..”
I have never been happier to have said those 4 words. In these past 7 months, you have sparked something within me that I can’t describe in words. My heart flutters, my legs go to jelly, my tummy does some crazy backflips.. You make me feel alive and you make me feel special. You make me feel like me. All I want to do is hold you and kiss you and have tickle fights with you and curl up watching horror films and eating fruity mentos and being an idiot with you.
I’m sorry if this is long, but I can make it a lot shorter by saying I love you Alex Briscoe. And that’ll never change.

Abi xxx