I remember the very first time we met. I was a freshman and you were a junior, and you came into my Spanish class to teach us verbs. You were so cute, confident and cool, I was dazzled. I never really got to know you while you were in high school, but we’ve had little encounters since then, which you probably wouldn’t think twice about but I will never forget. You’re now graduated and in college, and we actually message on a regular basis. Whenever I see a new message from you, my day is made. Every time you come home I want to see you so badly, but I’m too scared to ask, and who knows if you would even want to. There have been so many times that I’ve narrowly missed seeing you, and it kills me knowing that I was so close to seeing you again, but the timing was off. You’ll never know how much I love talking to you and learning new little details about your life and you. You’ll never know how much I love your personality, your sarcasm, your humor, your music taste, your style, your sweetness, everything. I wish I could tell you that you are my standard for whomever I date, and I can only hope there is another you in the world that I will meet and marry. You are the ideal, but how could you like a girl like me? You are incredible in every way, and I am just me. I can only hope that we can continue to be friends, and that maybe, just maybe, I will see you again.