We've been sort of out of touch for a few weeks now and I hate it. You're going to do great things with your life and I can't wait to watch you do them. You're the most well dressed, well groomed, most organized, best math-homework-doer I know and I love you a million Greys-A-Thons, add a Megaplex Theatre size large Sprite and a bag of Peach O's. Can't wait to see you in a few weeks when I get home. Love you, best friend. Don't you forget that.
Remember that time we weirdly matched?
And not even on purpose?