Dear Jamie,

I remember when I used to sit behind you in pre-algebra in 8th grade. Do you remember that? You were so stunning, and I liked you so much. I was almost scared to go to that class everyday, for fear of embarrassing myself in front of you. It may not have seemed like it, but I tried so hard to impress you, but you never noticed. Then, one day, you just left. Moved. Vanished. I was sad.

Almost two years later, I met you again. It evaded my knowledge that you moved to a nearby town. Do you remember? I was there for the speech & debate tournament. I saw you, and recognized you immediately. I spoke your name and you said, "Who the hell are you? Stalker." It took a minute before you remembered me. You were prettier than I remembered. I was immediately captivated. I skipped out on all my events just to hang out with you. And it seemed like you cared. We were inseperable. It was perfect. Toward the end, we embraced a lot. At the very end, I kissed you. Remember? I really wanted to see what it would be like to kiss you... I fell in love that night.

I struggled over the next few weeks because I could rarely get a hold of you. Eventually, we just lost all contact. I asked your friends about you, they always said you were doing fine... Then I decided to tell you I liked you (not to love you, just to keep from freaking you out). I tried a few times to get a hold of you, but I was always unsuccessful. I asked one of my speech & debate friends to tell you for me. When I finally got an answer from them, I found out... you had a boyfriend...

That was one of the saddest days of my life. My friend had told me that you would go out with me if you hadn't been dating someone already, but still. Hope is not the same as the real thing.

I still love you. You're one of the greatest people I know. I almost want to wait. Wait for you. But we both know that you wouldn't actually date me. And that's okay.

You broke my heart. But I've forgiven you.

Take care,

Jason