Dear J.P. Halverson,

I love you, but I cant tell you that. I love the way you look at me, and how you smile when you're talking about a video game or a book. I love the way when you're playing an instrument, you give it your everything. I absolutely adore the way you can go from super flirty to serious and concentrated almost instantly if needed. When you're with me, you make me happier. With you, I'm actually excited to go to school, to see you. I'm excited about life because of you. But I suppose I can't tell you that, either. You have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen, and all 6 feet and 3 inches of you is flawless. You have the softest lips I've ever kissed, and damn are you a good kisser. I want you in my life long term, but I dont think I can tell you that. I can't tell you any of this, because I don't think you love me the way I love you