I wrote letters to him.

"Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory." -Isaac Marion.

I wrote letters to him; because that's the only way to voice my feelings.
I wrote letters to him, confessing my first impression of him.
I wrote letters to him, praising how amazing I think he is.
I wrote letters to him, pushing him to be the best version of himself.
I wrote letters to him, reminding him how far he has gone.
I wrote letters to him, letting him know how proud I am to see him grow.

I wrote letters to him, trying to make him understand my anxiety.
I wrote letters to him, writing bits of poems that remind me of him.
I wrote letters to him, telling how excited I am for our next encounter, our next date.
I wrote letters to him, explaining how jittery I get when he is around.
I wrote letters to him, expressing how much he changed my life.

I wrote letters to him, making sure he knows how much I love him.
I wrote letters to him, portraying how much I miss his presence.
I wrote letters to him, knowing that he is going to read them when he misses me.
I wrote letters to him, hoping he would understand how important he is to me.
I wrote letters to him, wanting to get at least one reply;
one letter explaining every little thing,
one letter for me to read over and over.