In my life, I’ve never had feelings for someone come on so quickly. It’s always taken quite a while for me to notice I have them at all. But not with you. Less than a week, and I was already in tune with the fact that, yes I did indeed like you.
A lot of the time, I tell my best friend who I have a crush on. And I either groan about it, or take back my whispers of truth and call them a lie. I haven’t done that with you. I actually went around telling more people than usual.
The feelings I have for you feel different, I think, than the other feelings I’ve felt for other people. It makes me wonder if I’m in love with you. I don’t really know what it means to be in love with someone or what it feels like.
When I think about the fact that I could be in love with you, two thoughts enter my mind:
I really hope that I’m not. Because even though you were partially responsible for the best two and a half weeks of my life, I’ll never see you again, for that I am almost certain.
But then, if I am in love with you, I don’t think I could have found a better man to fall for. I don’t think I could describe you and give you justice in one sentence, or a hundred. You amaze me in every way possible.