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Her name is Kathleen. I knew her for a while last year and then she disappeared for about 6 months I think. I thought about her the whole time, and worried if she was all right. When she came back about a month ago, I was really relieved. And as we started talking I realized that I had missed her a lot more than I had realized previously. And, I dunno, it all just snowballed and it was really fast, and romantic, and nice.

She's really intelligent [college at 17, anyone?], and witty, and she listens to wonderful music and sends me beautiful poetry by obscure poets. And she has a nice voice, and when we talk at 2 or 3 am, she giggles at stupid things that I say.

What I like best about her, well there's a lot. I like her compassion for others, her intelligence, her laugh. I love her emails. Here's part of one-

"i adore you more than... more than adam, more than teacups, more than chapstick, more than winter. that's a big one- i love you more than winter. do you know the significance of that? i've never felt that before, for anyone.

besides not being able to believe how i feel, i can't believe how much i feel. or how good loving you leaves me feeling. or that you love me- it's something i'm thankful for."

I love how she makes me feel, how she values the things I say and the letters I write to her.

What I like least? It's hard, because I don't think I've known her long enough to know her faults. I get sad when she doesn't have enough time for me, but it's tempered by the fact that I know that the people she's with need her, most of the time. And sometimes I get sad because she's there and I'm here, but that really isn't her fault.

And now I'm done.