I've never felt more comfortable with anyone in my entire life. Whether it was the touch of your lips against mine or your body against mine. The first time we hung out, we were driving in my car to the beach, and I could tell you wanted to hold my hand. But you weren't sure how I felt. So you kept sticking your hand right by mine, by the gear. And our hands would grace and I wouldn't know how to react. I held your hand a few times that night...and nothing felt awkward or forced. Then, when we walked through the casino. You walked in front of me and put your hand out for me to grab and follow you. You put your arms around my waist while we played roulette, and nothing felt wrong or strange. Just comfortable. Our conversation that first night in my car proved that we were comfortable with each other to talk about the subjects we chose to. And I couldn't get over the fact that you let me gamble your money. I couldn't get over the fact that you paid for me. And then, when we were laying on the blanket on the sand and gazing up at the stars...I knew it was inevitable we were going to kiss. Your kissing style was definitely something different, but something I could get used to at the same time. The second time we hung out was nice. I don't remember exactly what we did, but I think it had something to do with you asking me to come over and bring a friend for your friend. I came over, but didn't bring a friend, as I explained to you, I didn't have any. But we hung out with your buddy just the same, and he teased me like he had known me for years. I could tell that was a good sign. To know that your friends approved of me? Priceless. The thing I liked most about you is that you told me upfront that you didn't want a relationship and that you just wanted to see what was out there and find out exactly what you wanted. But every second I spent with you, you made it seem as though I was the only one. And you needn't look no further. The things you said, the way you grabbed my phone and charmed my mom in a matter of 5 minutes. I told myself not to get in too deep too fast. Because I've been hurt much too many times. But no matter how hard I tried, the more we hung out the more I liked the person you were. The way that you basically couldn't keep your lips off mine, even in front of your buddy, let me know that you too, liked me more than you led on. As you said to me, "I could get used to kissing you." It's sad to say..but because I didn't really have any friends, and definitely no one to hang out with...I waited for your emails or calls. I waited to hear from you. So that I would have something to do, someone to hang out with. Rather than just wasting away in my empty apartment. I don't know what to think. I don't know how to feel. I wish I knew an ounce of what you were thinking/feeling. I wish I knew if you even think about me. I don't know that I'll ever find anyone like you again. But I hope I do. More so, I hope it's you.