Dear P,

It's been almost a year since we met in our fourth-period math class. I was a freshman while you were a sophomore and we had absolutely nothing in common. I thought you were cocky and annoying, you thought I was bitchy and too sassy. Every day for five months, you'd walk in, slide your bag across the floor, sit down, and wink at me. Then I proceeded to yell at you, blush, roll my eyes and tell you to stop being annoying. No matter how much I yelled at you or called you annoying, you still always winked at me. Little did you know, I thought it was the cutest thing in the whole world.

Skip forward two months, when I had to teach you the trigonometry functions because you had been out of school for so many days. You didn't understand my "ways of teaching" then I sassed you and of course, you winked. You basically just winked your way through that class.

All throughout that math class, I'll always remember how when Mr. L said to pair up, you not once didn't pick me. Granted you only picked me because I had the highest grade in the class, but you still picked me. Then you would shake your head and say something sassy because I wouldn't give you the answers and I would make you work them out. You hated me for that, but you loved me for a lot more. I loved you too, we just didn't know it yet.

Skip to the summer of 2016, when I had just left a 4th of July celebration at Northwood's Church and I started telling my mom about this crush I had on a guy a few months ago. I honestly couldn't remember your last name to save my life so that resulted in me having to text a friend to find out. But once I found out, I looked you up on Instagram and then we finally caught up. You told me you used to have a crush on me and that you thought I was beautiful and loved the fact I "didn't take shit" from you or any other guy in that class. Hearing you say you "used" to have a crush on me, was heart breaking because the second you answered my first text, I knew I still had feelings for you. Unfortunately, I had to ignore those feelings because I was in an (unhealthy and disappointing) relationship that I didn't have the guts to leave, at that moment in time.

Now it's my sophomore year and your junior year, and we've finally admitted our feelings for each other and decided to stop being stubborn and just date. We haven't even been together for that long, but it feels like forever.

So, thank you, P.

Thank you for having the wrong class on your schedule and ending up in a freshman math class as a sophomore.

Thank you for always winking at me and making me laugh when I was in a bad mood at the end of the day.

Thank you for always letting me sit in the rolling chair in class when doing work, even though it meant you had to move.

Thank you for making a joke out of the fact I had a 95 in the class, but you scored 6 points higher on the final exam than I did.

Thank you for dragging me out of my depression, without even knowing you're doing it.

Thank you for always making me smile.

Thank you for always believing in me.

Thank you for always opening and holding doors for me.

Thank you for offering to carry my backpack when I complained how heavy it was after the pep rally.

Thank you for putting money in the vending machine when I was too anxious to, that one time.

Thank you for calling me beautiful every day, even when we're pissed at each other.

Thank you for trying to calm me down when I'm panicky and nervous.

Thank you for letting me hold onto your arm while walking in the halls.

Thank you for understanding why my past has affected me the way it has.

Thank you for always being patient with me.

Thank you for never getting angry when I ask question, after question, after question.

Thank you for never getting mad at me when I take the long way to class and make you late to yours.

Thank you for always walking me everywhere, just to make sure I get there safe and sound.

Thank you for giving me the strength to end that unhealthy and anxiety inducing relationship I was in, even if you didn't know you did.

Thank you for always walking me to lunch, no matter how late you are to your next class.

Thank you for never letting me second guess or talk bad about myself.

Thank you for not getting annoyed when I grab your arm in the halls because I'm getting anxious.

Thank you for making sure I'm sleeping enough.

Thank you for telling me to stop second guessing whether I'll get into Harvard or Yale or not.

Thank you for being there no matter what.

Thank you for always being sweet and caring to me.

Thank you for helping me find Jesus again, even when you didn't know you were doing it.

Thank you for being my escape from studying or siblings.

Thank you for getting me out of my comfort zone.

Thank you for getting me to want to be close with my family again.

Thank you for understanding my mom is and always will be my best friend.

Thank you for giving me a reason to believe in high school sweethearts again.

Thank you for absolutely everything.