Dear Tristan,

We went hiking together today, and I had the best time.

Thanks for driving me home too.

Baking that cake was soooo fun I wish we could've stayed longer. I do like the music you listen to; I wasn't just saying that to be nice. I like your music taste, I love the military surplus outfits you collect and wear, I like the hat you wear all the time with those silly sunglasses you wear even on cloudy days. I'm excited to buy those sand patterned pants off of you, they look so cool, I wish I was as cool as you Tristan.

Sometimes my heart skips a beat when our hands touch... you just let it happen and sometimes it catches me off guard. Our hands graze each other's so often yet so accidentally, neither of us move immediately... I can't get over the feeling. I wish you'd notice me as more than just some other person, someone just in your class, someone who you hang out with on occasion. I can't even really tell if I like you like that or if I'm just in this unhealthy loop of soul wrenching crushes on people that I shouldn't have crushes on.

Your eyes go up slightly and I think it's cute, your smile is firm and pursed but I kind of like the shape it makes. I love the shape of your nose the most, it's prominent and strong but not overpowering and obnoxious like Ben's. You remind me of a shark. Or a doberman. Or a baby snow leopard...

You're so cool, I wish I was you. Part of me hopes and prays you call me your hg to other people...? Part of me wants you to find this. Part of me wishes it was you, but I'd never admit that to your face.