12th
To: [Redacted]
I really don’t know why I like you, especially since I know so little about you, but I have that strange “I really want to get to know you” feeling where I think you might be someone that I’d fall madly in like with in the span of a car ride from Boston to New York and we’d be great together until the point where something happened where one of us had to go somewhere far and we just parted, but as friends, and I’d truly believe that span of time spent with you wasn’t a waste. But for now, all I can think of is where that conversation might have gone that one time we did talk, that one time that I can’t even remember that well.
I am of the type to think everything I ever get into will end, and its not because I’m a pessimist, but rather a realist, and I’d rather think that I predicted the end rather than have it come up rather abruptly without me having had any chance to even think about what might happen. Surprises have caught me, not often, but when they do it’s never good and so I’ve become trained to always prepare for the worst. But endings aren’t always bad, and looking back I know I’m not putting up any kind of wall, but I think, knocking it down to see if you might want to keep me from rebuilding it.
Maybe I just need to step it up and actually have a conversation with you this semester. But that’s hard seeing as my nervous habit is talking a lot, and yours seems to be talking as little as possible, so its not exactly the best match in the world, but I’d still want to try.
