BY THE SEAT OF MY PANTS

Hey Champ

I know your leaving for college this morning, and I know you went out to get the paper one last time before you leave.

I know we've discussed and re-discussed this whole issue several times this summer, but I think about it even more than I talk about it and there are just a few things I wanted to tell you and I thought they were more suitable for a letter like this. I know you have the joke that you date "way out of your league" when your with me, and I laugh, but it always makes me cringe inside. Your so much better than you give yourself credit for. Your funnier, smarter, more beautiful than you even realize and I wish there was some way I could convince you of that.

When my dad was still alive he told me to always consider my future with every aspect of life, except for love. He told me to live by the "seat of my pants" and not hold back how I feel because I'm afraid, or nervous. I don't know what it is I feel for you, but its not something that I'm going to easily give up. Who knows what will happen when we go to school, but if the feeling is still there in 4 months than so will I. I'm going to be honest with you every step of the way and I hope you'll do the same.

Don't ever feel like I'm holding you back, or you need to give up something you want to do to talk to me. I don't want to be your anchor here, and I won't let you be mine. This is horribly cliche and it sounds like something you'd make up, but we can just sail together...I can't beleive I'm not erasing that (haha).

In all seriousness though, I think I love you. I think I've been falling in love with you all summer, with every phone call, every late night, every place we go I find myself staring at you.

I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty or like you can't let me go, I just want you to know that you've got someone who loves you and would do anything for you. Both of us have an amazing opportunity at college waiting for us, tons of new friends and things to do, and what happens to us is totally up to fate. I'll always be your friend, always.

You go get em' champ,

I love you. ---