I remember the night I met my tall blonde, wavy haired guy with odd colored pair eyes, one green and one brown. He has freckles on his face and dimples only on one cheek, his body is sport like build but he hates doing exercises, in fact he prefers doing video games or cuddling.

It was pretty cold that night, and I was by myself on my way to a school dance. He placed his jacket over my shoulder and asked me why I was so anxious, in an odd accent.

“I don’t really wear dresses” he chuckled and gave me his hand in comfort.

He is caring, and in a way he’s jealous, because he’s afraid to lose people he loves. He’s not over obsessed at all or overprotective type of jealous. He is jealous enough to show people that he has the best woman out there. And he is a gentle man, he opens the doors for you and cooks breakfast everyday.

We got to know each other after that. I learned that he is not from the states, he grew up around France, Spain and Italy so he was successful in four languages. Sadly, due to the loss of his father a few weeks after turning 9 he moved away to the states. Where a sweet old couple adopted him. The couple have many adopted children, and rather get called grandad or nanny instead of mom and dad.

After telling him all of my secrets, and I knew all of his I came to realize... I love him.. but I don’t know his name...

I remember turning to ask his name as we watched T.V, he held a little boy in his hands. Our little boy, who looked just like him. He smiled and scrunched up his nose “I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing... my name is A-”

The alarm clock rang annoyingly telling me It was time for school. Since then, I’ve seen him every night in my dreams, not bothering to ask his name.

What’s so odd is a while after that in a open college house. I saw someone who looked just like him and he seemed to have recognized me.

If it’s you...

Dear A,

I’m in love with you.

*Based on a real story*