We don’t talk much anymore, and it’s okay. I have gotten used to the idea that you will be embedded into one my favorite summers. It was the summer that I broke out of my shell, took ahold of my mental health, and changed myself for the better. But you wouldn’t know that. You knew the naïve girl who swooned after your killer smile and melodious laugh. That girl is still here, just matured over whom she takes a chance with now.

You knew the girl that would become shy when you came around and tried to join the conversation. Now I start the conversations. You knew the girl who was there for the summer. You only knew a part of me, and looking back on it, it’s the only part I wanted anyone to see at that point. I was a major work in progress that summer, hesitant to even talk to you sometimes, but every time I did, I found myself becoming more confident.

I became confident that summer, not basking in the moments of attention you gave me, but the feeling of being brand new. I slowly came into who I wanted to be that summer, and parts of that had to do with the fact that I was confident enough to talk to new people. You just happened to be one of them.

It’s been a while since I have really thought about you; granted, it’s been some time since that summer. I see parts of your life on social media, but then again, we only post what we want people to see. It’s been quite some time since I have seen you, but I hope you’re doing well. Not just in college, but in every part of your life too. You’re determined, and that’s something I took away for myself as well.

I will probably run into you here and there, considering the fact I’ll be there all year. I’ll run into you in the fall, and you will laugh at my enthusiasm for sports because you probably didn’t know how much of a fan I am. I’ll run into you in the winter, and even if I’m born in the month of new beginnings, you’ll realize I hate the winter and then ask me why I chose Michigan of all places to go to college? I’ll run into you in the spring, and you’ll see me sneezing over and over again. Allergies make my cheeks red, not you. Finally, it’ll be the summer again, and maybe you can add all these things up and find out new things about me.

We were at two different places in our lives. I was figuring out how to continuously better myself, and you were already there. Though, I have to admit, you noticed me when I felt invisible. Thank you for being friendly, charming, and making me laugh. I was probably just some girl who had a crush on you, but you were that guy of that summer.