They told me today, that you were mocking my friend for doing what she does to herself, last week. Why did you do that? She's not a animal to goggle at in a zoo. She's a person, a living, breathing, fragile person.
I can't even tell you this! I'd walk up to you, and then you'd smile, or run a hand through your hair, and my tongue would be lead in my mouth, and my head would be filled with nonsense bursting to get out and make a fool of me.
I love you, even though you have your flaws.
Carved into a tree, outside the library.