i knew nothing of romance but it was love at second sight.

you.  the boy who always told me i was unique.  i remember.  i remember the first time i "met" you.  it was through facebook and it made me feel scared because you are unbelievably attractive. you told me you were on a golf scholarship hundreds of miles from me.  i pretended not to be, but i was amazed.  i remember you telling me you were coming home to turn in your mission papers.  i remember that spirit you had, the spirit that was so strong it began to influence my life.  i remember one night, while sitting in a haunted chair in a cemetery, i received a text message from you.  i remember my heart skipping a beat when i read the words "i'm home. where are you?" i'd never met you and i was afraid, so i told you where i was then left.  i remember you telling me the next day how you had gone to that place to meet me, but i wasn't there.  i remember the first time we really met.  it was at a rugby game and i was with my little brother. i was in a purple summer dress and you were in basketball shorts and a t-shirt.  we stood awkwardly and i wondered what you were thinking, but i was too afraid to ask.  i remember going to the park with my brother and sitting on the swings for hours just talking.  i remember flying kites and rolling on the grass and eating wendy's.  i remember the first time we held hands. we were at a concert and i was so afraid.  you were the mystery man.  i remember when you finally grabbed my hand how the tinglies wouldn't stop shooting through my body.  i remember.  i remember the golfing, the golf cart racing, the putting practice, hot chocolate in the clubhouse, vacuum buying with your sisters, secret late-night phone calls about stargazing.  i remember roasting marshmallows and wearing your jacket and i remember it smelling just like you.  i remember looking up at the stars and i remember you putting your hands in my pockets to hold my hands.  i remember when you almost kissed me, but didn't.  and i remember when i almost fell in love with you, but didn't. and i remember when we were almost best friends, but weren't.  i remember everything.  and now, i ride my bike to the mailbox every single day in hopes of a letter from my best friend in washington.  i keep your letters in a secret shoe box and i read them when i'm sad.  i am constantly thinking of what to send you in your next package and every time i see a quote about a missionary or a song about love gone away, i think about you.  i think about you all the time. and i just think you should know, you amaze me.  every single day, you're amazing. 

b.