You are pretty much all I think about these days. If we weren’t such good friends and you didn’t mean the world to me, I would tell you how I feel. I would tell you that everything about you is beautiful. Your smile, your voice when you’re sleepy, your walk, the way you try to pout when I mock you, the way you speak Spanish. But. You’re straight. At least I have no real reason to believe you’re not. And I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. We joke a lot about how little you use technology, but if you somehow find this letter, know that I love you dearly. I will never forget the time you came to pick me up from my aunt’s house after that shit went down. The Beatles song “8 Days a Week” played on the radio and I was super happy just to be beside you. You make me so happy and I don’t even know why. I wish I could tell you all of this in person. I almost did once. Fuck. Te quiero.