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How are you so gorgeous and yet alone? I don’t understand it. Your thoughts are so beautiful, so percolating, so…confessional. It’s like I’m reading a shortcut version of your diary with references to TV shows, movies, books, and everything I wish I knew. You’re the biggest nerd I know. It’s ridiculous. You’re constantly analyzing everything. Every…

I’m proud of who I am. I don’t need you telling me about my past and how awkward things were back then. They make me what I am now and the things that I’m into. I’m still into anime, I was always into photography (I was just too shy to share it with anyone), and…

I found your op-ed website today. You’ve kept bugging me to check it out for the last few months, and I’m such a lazy bum that I never really bothered to check it out. (Truth: I actually Googled about five different variations on how it’s actually named. I was honestly way too embarrassed to text…

You broke my heart when our friendship was final. You were the most beautiful person to grace my sophomore year of high school. Our phone conversations were the most amazing times of my life that summer. I actually felt like I had a true connection with someone – and no class of thirty-six could actually make…

I love being your friend. I’m so glad we can talk about the world, politics, and the occasional happenings of What’s-His-Face on Down-The-Street. Every time you text me, it’s like I know you care about me. A lot. You always find something to compliment me on, and even when I’m super busy, you’re finding conversation with…

You know, she won’t tell you what she’s thinking. She doesn’t even know how to show it sometimes. She just…does her own thing, you know? Well, of course you do; you’ve known her for a while. She’s different; yes, I know. I can tell you like her, though. I can see what your eyes are…

She can’t look at me. For everything I did for her, all the advice I gave, the high-fives, the jokes and the laughs, the hugs, even as friendly as I was to her, my next-door neighbor now sits at the plaintiff’s stand, able to look in any direction but mine. That strawberry blonde, straight-haired, almond-shaped…

I get it. You don’t want to be around me sometimes. I annoy you every once in a while. Maybe you’re just too busy; maybe I’m just not as interesting as I hoped to be to you. Obviously I’m not that good looking. But you talk to me, sometimes. You respond to my texts; you’re…

You are the worst thing that’s happened to me since I graduated. What I thought I needed was a confident, ass-kicking, ridiculously intelligent jerk. Someone I could direct all my rage at when the clouds passed over my worst day behind the receptionist’s desk, someone who could tell me I was always right when you…

I remember how awkward you were in high school with your ridiculous glasses and your attachment to any kind of anime artwork. You were the kind of girl no guy actually really wanted, and I didn’t find you attractive at all. You put on tons of makeup, only to hide from groups wherever you could.…