“From the moment I first saw you, I could hardly catch my breath.” You put on that song and it was true from that moment on. I like you way too much for the two weeks I’ve known you. I have too much confidence in you for how little I actually know about you. We are far too young for me to see so much in you, right?
Here we are, first year of college. Eighteen, vastly different from one another, and somehow you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re not perfect; you have shown me your flaws and quirks, and I still think you are fascinating. A girl could be happy with you. I could be happy with you.
I want you to want to know me like I want to know you. And I want to know everything. Your fears, your passions, your heart, everything.