November 2nd, 1982

Dear A,

I don’t know where you’ll be when you read this, I did my best to hide it somewhere you wouldn’t find right away. I didn’t want you to read it in front of me, or even read it before you saw me for the last time. I just want you to know how much I love you. I mean that completely genuinely. I think I fell in love with you the first day we met. It wasn’t even really a romantic attraction then. You were just so wonderful, and I felt myself drawn to you in a way that I hadn’t experienced before. I just wanted to be around you. The romantic feelings came and went without any action on my part, but the love stayed. I think the reason I didn’t take any action was simply because I was scared of ruining a great friendship by replacing it with something else. You were great, and I wanted that in my life, no matter what context it was in. I suppose the risk of losing you potentially outweighed any possible benefits of taking things further. In any case I am grateful for the time we’ve spent together.

 I know that you’re going on to bigger and better things, but I hope you never forget about your time here. I won’t be as conceited to say me, because I know that I was only a small part of it. Still I hope it was a significant small part. Good luck with everything.

              Love

                             M