Is it possible to be in love with someone you’ve only interacted with face-to-face a few times? Because I think I’m in love with you.
I was so blind to your affection when we spent time together, and you didn’t reveal it to me in a concrete way until it was too late. Now I’m fifteen-hundred miles away from you and all I can do is try not to cry when I think about how happy we could have been; all I can do is wait for the next time you write to me. And oh, how the words you write inspire me. You make me want to be better, to have higher-standards for myself. I spend every moment wondering what you are doing, if you are thinking of me.
Do you feel the same way?