Mystified: Love Between Tragedies

Dear Mister Creepy R, I love you. Not as a friend, not as a bodyguard, not as my protector, but someone I truly loved. Although we just met a few months ago, I'm sure that I've fallen for you. I know that you loved me back, but there's something inside of you telling yourself that you don't love me, that you never did. I know, I'm crazy for writing this letter which I probably won't give to you until the day I die. But I honestly don't know why I fall for you. Maybe because of those ocean-blue eyes of yours that allures me, or your light brown hair that I adored, or that soft and luscious lips or because of that mean-looking but a handsome face that clearly everyone can fall in love with, or that personality of yours that seems like it was reserved for me ever since you're born. But what I do know is that I've fallen in love with you. The sweet and thoughtful you. Even if there's another side of you outside this castle, I surely know that I've fallen in love with the real you. Although you hide almost everything from me, you still manage to capture my heart every time I see you. You're the first person who can make my heart beat fast as if it has joined a marathon. The first person who can make butterflies have a small party inside my stomach. The first person who could make me look like a tomato. The first person I truly loved, and hopefully the last one. I have to let you go now. Goodbye, my beloved. The person who made you regret living your life, Astrid Falin.