My love,

Where do I even begin?

If you would have asked me two years ago if I would be dating the kid I met randomly at a track meet my senior year, I would have laughed in your face.

Him? The kid who was so afraid to come talk to me that his friends had to literally carry him over to me?

Yeah, OK.

I never expected to speak to you ever again after that night. Yet, every now and then, you’d pop into my inbox.

Just simply checking to see how I was, but you never kept the conversation going into the next day.

Until you finally did.

And just like that, we were best friends. We went from talking once every three months to falling asleep on FaceTime. From being complete strangers to me basically living at your house on the weekends.

I would never have guessed that you would be my soulmate. The person I tell everything to.

My best friend.

Obviously, we talk like normal couples, telling each other how much we love each other and using cute nicknames. But even before we started dating — before I had any idea that we would be more than friends — I wanted to come home and tell you about my day.

I complained about everything to you. School, annoying girls and even boys (which I now feel horrible for). I found myself telling you things that I only ever told my best friends.

The first time we fell asleep on FaceTime, I woke up having no idea what the hell it meant. I went to my friends freaking out.

What did it mean? Did you like me? Were we going to do this every night? Was I supposed to ask you about it?

I was internally imploding.

And now, I don't know what to do when I don't get to talk to you all day. We haven't been dating all that long, but you are literally one of my best friends.

(You'll never take Katelyn's place since she has seniority, but still.)

You have made me the happiest I've ever been. I don't care what we are doing; as long as I'm with you, I'm thoroughly enjoying my life.

Our nap dates, trips to Infinitos, going to White Rock... any and all of it, I love.

I know all of this sounds extremely cheesy, but you're The King of Cheese. I will admit your humor has taken a little while to get used to. You are literally a 12-year-old in a 20-year-olds body. But you make me laugh like no one ever has.

You make me squeak, which is hard to do.

Never in a million years would I have seen myself sitting on your couch with your family while you're at work. Getting ready for New Year's with your mom and sister. Chasing your niece and nephew around their house.

But here I am. Watching "Riverdale" with you and your mom. And there's no other place I'd rather be.

I love you 5ever.