When I find out you exist, I will cry. I will cry out of sadness but also out of relief. Relief that finally, maybe he isn’t hurting so much. Maybe he isn’t thinking everyday of the many ways and times I broke his heart.
Due to our common love’s high standards, I know you will be beautiful. I hope you are more beautiful than me. But sometimes I hope you won’t be. I know you will be smart. I hope you are much smarter than me.
I think about you a lot. Enough to change my mind on the type of girl you will be and the type of girl you should be. The common denominator is you should be sweet. One of those girls that never says a bad word about anyone. Show him the bright side of every situation. Never make him feel like he needs to constantly cheer you up. That was a fault of mine.
While you’re at it, being all happy and sweet and shit, be honest too. Please. Tell him every single thing you’re thinking. Don’t sugarcoat things to protect him. If you communicate 100% of your feelings, his appreciation for you will grow immensely.
Support him. Support his passion for writing, tell him to write more because he should. Tell him to draw more. Make him draw you, even when he says he could never do it well enough to capture the way your face actually looks. Encourage him to keep creating. I never did that enough.
Most importantly, be his equal. Don’t be someone that he needs to take care of. Someone that clings to him in desperation. See him as your partner, not “your man”. If you put yourself up next to him as his best friend, his partner in crime, his rock, his sister, and then his girlfriend…I promise, you will succeed at something together that I could never reach with him.