Dear stranger, You taught me a lot of things in the short while we knew each other. Beauty doesn’t lie in a face or curves but in a personality. And you were gorgeous. I got along so well with you. Things just went smoothly for as long as they could. I didn’t mind staying up until 2am every night despite having school and football practice that day, I’d fall asleep content. Sometimes you’d fall asleep, a silence on the phone. I would tell you everything I love about you and you would respond with just your breathing. Remember the one time you woke up while I was telling you how much I love you? It was mid-sentence but you still repeated those words to me. I’ve learned that I can change to make someone happy. Before, I didn’t realize my twisted sense of humor and sarcasm got you mad. I would say something that I thought would be fair enough but you’d leave. I’d call you later and luckily enough, you said you’d just sleep it off. So I changed my ways, for you. Remember the day you asked me “why are you so nice to me”? I didn’t want you mad at me anymore. And still, I’ve kept those changes. I learned the hard way that sometimes caring about something means that you have to let go a little. I tried to grab onto anything I could grasp and that just made me fall even harder. I told you I would release but I just tightened my grip. It pushed you away. It broke us. And it was all my fault. It took me an even longer time to realize that you’re gone and you’re not coming back. Thanks for the wonderful memories. Thanks for the chats at night and text messages during class. Thanks for helping me realize things. Thanks for pushing me out of that bird’s nest. I can honestly say that you’ve changed me.