Dear A,

The night felt perfect. I mean it felt so amazing. We went out and drove to that one place. We got food, ate, and stuff. The music was nice and the vibe was there. The majority of the night it felt like it was just us. Then we had a conversation about something. I could feel your shift. I could feel your eyes looking at me with admiration to looking at me with a different way. Like my whole existence lost meaning in your eyes. I felt it. That really sucked, because I like you. I really do. But maybe it wasn't meant to be, but that night felt so perfect.

God nothing can explain that feeling, but I felt it.