Though I’ve only talked to you a couple of times, I find it incredible how much power you have on me. You’re a year younger than me and what seems like a foot shorter than me, yet all you are is yourself and I find that its hard to control my thoughts and wishes towards you. The times we’ve talked I’ve asked the generic questions: How have you been? Where ya headed? How’s home? Is it snowing there? But then I tell you that I want to come visit over witner break and to my surprise you say I should. I hope you know I’m being serious. The first time I told you I wanted to visit, it probably came off as a joke. The second time I meant it seriously. I would love to get away from home and spend some time with you, get to know you and your family and your German Shepherds. “How do you know she has German Shepherds?” We’ve talked about random things, family and friends, stories from our past. Yet I’ve never worked up the courage, until now, to ask you for your number to be able to talk to you outside Facebook. We actually have something in common, although abstract, and that is we both are single right now, and both got out of long relationships before coming to school. I went to one of your performances for dancing, which you said I should come to, and actually had a good time. Unfortunately I didn’t get to talk to you after, and now finals week means both of us are going to be busy. My deadline to talk to you again, to see if I could really visit you, is approaching faster than I want it to. I find that I should let you know something truly personal, and even though other people will read this too, its meant for you. The past few days I’ve had a hard time falling asleep, and well, its because I’ve been thinking about you. Not like a boyfriend does with his girlfriend (yet…), but more like a Gentleman thinks about the Lady he wants to treat, respect and love. I’ve thought about what it would be like to press my lips to yours, to hold you close to me, to hear your genuine laugh, from tickling or from throwing snowballs at each other, and ultimately if we would be a good couple. Call me crazy all you want, world, but I think I found the definition of love at first sight. Even though that usually means infatuation, I’m being realistic and playing it cool not trying too hard to show you just how interested in you I am. But as time comes to a close, I find that I may just have to do something bold to make sure you know exactly how much you’ve been on my mind. And as I lay here in bed writing this, dozing off, I know that as soon as I close my eyes, my mind will fill with images of what I see between us and hope for in the future, and for once, I’m not ashamed about how I feel about you or the things I picture happening to us. Maybe by some shooting star, you too, feel even the slightest of attraction to me too and feel the same way I do. But who knows, shooting stars aren’t common and aren’t predictable and you only see them for a split second. I’m hoping that I won’t need the stars to tell me what happens next, but instead that everyting will come together at once and be perfect.