I became aware of your existence about six years ago. I was just a kid and you were a whole three years older making you the most interesting thing I could ever imagine. We talked day after day, staying up until we could no longer hold our eyes open. You were the one I went to with all my problems and you always seemed to care. I’d get jealous when you told me of your girlfriends and you’d put down any guy I mentioned. We hardly ever talk anymore, but I still imagine what it could be like if we were together. I believe you are my first love which is why I can’t seem to let you go. The only problem is I’ve never met you and I’m scared I never will. I don’t want to go my whole life wondering if I missed out.