I had a really good time tonight. Of course, I have a good time any time I see you because I enjoy spending time with you and I really miss you a lot when I don't get to see you.

You always know how to make me feel better (even if I am depressed about not being able to find my doggie). Your smile warms my heart.

You put you arms around me and make me feel safe and secure. And you're always ready to listen if there is something bothering me and I need to talk about it, no matter how insignificant it may actually be.

You're always there for me no matter what. I really love that about you. And I hope you know that I'll always be there for you if there is ever anything that you need to talk about.

You really do mean a lot to me and I don't know what I would ever do without you. Well yeah, I guess I do. Been there, done that. You know, I liked you for a long time before you ever knew about it, . . .but . . . .

I never said anything because you were going out with someone else at the time and you seemed to be happy, and that was the most important thing to me. But time went on, things changed; I graduated, summer came and went, month after month passed where I didn't see you.

I slowly realized just how much I really did care about you and how much I missed you. For awhile I thought I might just be building it all up in my head and so I tried to ignore it until . . . I heard a certain song on the radio, Deana Carter’s

How Do I Get There. I really kind of hit me like a ton of bricks. It was amazing to me how well that song put into words what I'd been feeling.

So, finally, when I had a day off of work (the day before Thanksgiving, I believe), I dropped by school during lunch time to see how you where doing.

I only saw you for a few minutes that day in the Library. Just seeing you again that day after all those months made me realize that all those feelings I had tried to bury were still there and very real. A

ll I really knew was that I had to get out of there before I opened my mouth and made a fool of myself. You had mentioned something about your girlfriend when we were talking, so I figured that things were going well and you were happy together. I didn't want to interfere with that, so I left it alone.

Over the next month, I slowly began to realize that in reality, I had barely seen you in months, I didn't really know what was going on in your life, or if you were truly happy or not.

I finally saw that I had to talk to you about it. So, I finally got up the nerve to call you on Christmas Eve. I wanted to tell you everything that had gone on over the last several months, and exactly how I felt.

Calling you that night was not the easiest thing in the world for me to do because I knew I would be putting my heart on the line. But I did it anyway, I made the call. Unfortunately, you weren't home.

You called me back a few days later and we talked for awhile and things have grown from there. We talked for a couple hours on the phone a few different nights that week.

And when days pass that I can not see you, I miss you more and more. Call me a hopeless romantic, call me stupid, but I believe in that special, true love that is very rarely found in this life. And I believe that is something that we could share.