Sweet Pea.

     Yes, your voice is a gift.  Your songs:  Golden.  I could listen to you all day.  Everything is weightless when you sing.  Hell, when you just talk.  I wouldn't rather talk to anybody else.  You got something special, Patrick Edward Atchison.  I've thought about it.  A lot.  I can't seem to place it, though; there's a special vibe you have.  Yes, you are very special.  There's more than just that vibe.  While you put off this weightless, bright, luminous tone…  You literally light up my days.  Yes, that sounds a bit obsessive.  I'm tired of holding back though.  After so long of covering my feelings out of fear, I'll simply tell you how I feel.  You're my firefly.  I've never seen a real firefly, but that's always been a dream I could gleam upon for hours on end.  Can you see it?

     Just imagine my eyes lighting up as I meet my first firefly.  Just watching it light up the air, giving me a sense of mystic, and awe.  I'd be breathless; I'd wonder how something so magnificent, almost magical, could be right there right before my very eyes.  As I said: You are my firefly.

You're the first person I've ever met that was truly intrigued in what I created.  I am a person with a low confidence.  Near non-existent.  The fact that I take pride in my work is a miracle.  Nobody ever cared, though.  Sure, it'd interest them for the first moment at glance; but they'd soon dismiss it in their brains, searching for something more simple to fancy.  But you, Sir, you express pure and honest intrigue.  It makes me gleam, to see such a talented and gifted person believe in me.

     You can light up any day – any moment  – with your cool, soothing voice.  I've never heard something that can sway me into such a peaceful state so quickly.  You're interesting.  Truly interesting.  I could talk to you for days upon days (or until you grew sick of me), and I'd still want to keep going.  I can't help but feel special when you show me new songs.  When you actually want to see my face on your screen. Why would anybody want to talk to me?  I still don't understand, but I cherish every moment.  Patrick, your soul is as handsome as your name.  Patrick Edward Atchison.  It sounds so signature; so perfect.  I could literally write forever, but I'll stop here.

Just remember one thing, firefly.
     I cherish you.