Its 11:05 and I need you. I’ve been lying in bed just thinking and thinking about you. Thinking about laying on each other on the field, on Valentine’s Day, being in your arms in your couch and mine, kissing you endlessly. A couple days, you asked for my unconditional love, and I’ve kept that in mind, and I’ve been wondering; do I love you unconditionally? No matter what you say, what you do, I lie in my bed at night, and think about nothing but you. I stare at the clock at school and wait for it to reach 2:30, so that I’m that much closer to talking to you, again. I write your name on my hand and kiss your bracelet numerous times throughout the day and when I miss you, when I need you, my body aches for you, I get headaches, I can’t walk and my eyes tear from just the thought of your voice. My unconditional love? You have it. As long as I’m living, as long as I’m breathing and roaming the earth, I will always love you. As long as I’m breathing and roaming the earth, I will be smiling, knowing that I was loved by the guy of my dreams. Its 11:11 and all I'm asking for, all I need anymore, is you. I just need to have you around. I need to hear your voice every day. I need to hear your I love yous.  The smell of your clothes, the taste of your lips, the feeling of your touch, it’s all stuck to me. It haunts me, those times where I miss you. And Alex, we’re young and so in love and we promise each other forever, but it will take so much commitment, so much strength and double our love to keep us together. We’re promising each other that we’ll get through high school, only kissing one person. We’ll go through college, only being with one person. And we’re promising each other that through the cycles that our lives take, we’ll be together. And Alex, I’ll promise that to you as many times as you’d like me to, and I’ll put my life and world into loving you, but reality always strikes, and it makes me wonder if we have the strength to love each other, for 50 years to come. Makes me wonder if one of us will get selfish, and want more from others. It scares me. It terrifies me. And so I talked to Azmae about this today and she told me if I love you today, then I love you today. If I love you tomorrow, it’s a different case. We take one day at a time; love each other day by day because if we worry about the future, what were going to do, how we’re going to work it out, we’re wasting our time when we could be talking about more important things. What we have right now is perfect. I couldn’t ask for anything else. We have something that I thought only existed in movies. I thought happy endings were only made by directors and writers. I see my friends, and I see myself. Jumping from guy to guy, struggling to find a guy who has the slightest respect for them because they throw themselves around, trying to find someone who’ll love them. Trying to find someone who’ll make them happy for once and I think about how I made that change. I'm thinking about how before I met you, I was going to tell myself that I’d let the next guy just come along, and that I was going to do him right. That I wasn’t going to out myself like I always did. And it worked. And it makes me think, maybe if I didn’t meet Austin, I wouldn’t have met you. Maybe I didn’t know Vicky, I wouldn’t have put as much effort as I did. Maybe if I never added you, we would have never heard of each other. If things would have been even slightly different, maybe we wouldn’t be where we are now. And I am so thankful everything played out like it did. I am so thankful that I have you, forever. I am so thankful that no matter what I say, you’ll love me. I am so incredibly blessed to have found you, when I most needed you. When I tell you I love you, I mean it with every inch in my body. When I tell you I miss you, it’s because even if I tried, I couldn’t force a smile on my face because the you're the only thing that makes me happy anymore. You’re the only reason I smile. You are my life; there really is no other way to put it. There really is nothing I need more in life, than you. You're perfect as you are, but I ask of two things; a response to every letter I write to you, I like to read the stuff you write to me, and just like you, I need your unconditional love.  I started this 20 minutes ago and I'm already by two pages. Its 11:34 and I need to get some sleep. I love you, Alex. I love you so much. Please don’t ever let go.