Dearest Tristan,

Hello love. I’m supposed to be writing a letter to my crush. But you know you’re so much more than that to me. Where to begin? I love every single part of you. Everything, from your curly hair to your sometimes sheer idiocy. (Jokes, but sometimes you can be an idiot. ;D)

I love how you always seem to be able to smile at me, no matter what. And you know how much I love seeing you smile. Every time you smile, it just makes me love you that tiny bit more (if that's possible) and realise how lucky I am to have you. You're beautiful, you know that? And yes, males can be beautiful too. I would know. Hehe...

I love it when you walk up to me and pull me in for a hug, and then refuse to let go. You know, I feel so safe and happy when you're hugging me. It's like nothing else in the entire world matters at all. It's pretty much the only time when I don't need to stress about life and school and other trivial things. Because none of that's important when you're with me.

I love how you're just so ridiculous, it's almost impossible. One of the girls in my class today commented that you're like the type of guy who just walked straight out of a movie. You play the violin, you fence, you can only dance ballroom, you love cravats, you still kiss me on the hand sometimes, and think that being a pretentious wanker is completely normal. (Your words, not mine. ;P) You're pretty much the type of boyfriend that every girl dreams about. Still hard for me to believe that this is real some days.

And there's about a billion other things I love about you as well. How you always smell so good. How your hands always find mine. How your voice is always so soothing, and how I could just sit there and listen to you for hours on end. How easily you can make me happy again. How every time you kiss me, I feel like sparks are running up and down my spine. How you sulk like a small kid everytime I tease you about something or another.

And we might be a walking talking living breathing cliché but I don't care.

I'll always love you.

Your Lia.

ps; No matter how much I gush over green eyes, ranga boys, Riley, David Tennant or anything along those lines, the fact remains that they're not you. And because they're not you, I can never love them as much as I love you.