So before the NHS meeting today, Justine and I were talking about how I like you and stuff. And she was like “look who’s sitting over there” and I was like, “I know, he’s sooo cute” and she was like “wait what you really think so? Are you serious?” And I was like “yeah… you don’t think so at all?” And she said no. And then I told her I didn’t want her to anyway. Also, she was laughing. But she did say something interesting, she said that I was way out of your league. Which is really flattering and I was happy about that but then again, that worries me a little. Maybe you don’t think I like you because of that. Or maybe you don’t like me at all. I can’t tell.

But that got me thinking. Who is in my league? Like, who is my male equivalent? I have no idea. Would they be my ideal boyfriend? Probably not. But really, who would it be and does it mean anything about a relationship if people are in leagues that are far apart? I don’t think you’re that far out of my league personally, I think you’re so handsome and adorable, no matter what you’re wearing or whatever kind of glasses you have, no matter how thin you are or what other people think of you. I love you and I would be so happy to date you. You’re so smart and ambitious and hardworking and sweet and funny. I want to know you. Everything about you. I want to make you feel special. I really want to tell you that. I hope you dress up tomorrow for your meet on Saturday. I love when you dress up, you’re even more handsome. 

Can’t wait to see you tomorrow and I love you,

Me