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.
