It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone I wanted to share my life with. I don’t mean together forever. I mean that today I thought about you, and I suddenly wanted to tell you about how when I was in fifth grade I joined a tiquando class but I quit because I hated my teacher. Or how when I was 14 I stopped eating even though I would pass out and wake up in my own sick. And I will probably never tell you any of this, because as soon as I’m actually next to you, all I want is to listen to you tell your own stories. I want to know what you were like when you were ten, and fourteen, and even what you were like a week before I met you. You are so important, even if I never see you again, you’ve changed me so much. I forgot what it was like to feel this way, to desire so much to hold someone’s life so close to mine.