Dear #2,

Looking back at our first meeting now makes me wanna face palm. We were both so awkward, but we still had the best time and I couldn't ask for anything better. I wouldn't want it any other way.

I was enjoying my time with you so much that I kinda forgot about something really important. I had a boyfriend. Of course he wasn't happy when he saw us walk in one day laughing and maybe a little closer than we should have been, and that was my fault. You, however, didn't seem to mind one bit and kept on like usual, but I did feel bad and decided to put some space between us, but not much. I did really like my boyfriend at the time, but we had only been dating a month and friends a little longer. It was the first time I had felt this conflicted about my love. I had heard rumors about my current boyfriend doing questionable things, but I was blindsided and he didn't seem like that kind of guy to me. I wasn't willing to break up with him for some guy I met a couple days ago, that's just crazy, but there was a lot of stuff happening beneath the surface. He got jealous of you, naturally, and wanted me spending more time with him than you which I felt compelled to do. I was dating him after all. After the camp though, my relationship with him just wasn't the same and I could see things start to fall apart and him beginning to show his true colors, just like you and many of my other friends had been telling me. 

Another struggle that me and you had was my willingness to talk. Remember that rule? The closer I got to someone the more I would remind myself of that, but I never told anyone about that. It was just a selfish way for me to keep secrets and remain "innocent" for not telling you. Now my struggles were nothing compared to your sob story life, but you were the only one that once I opened up, completely understood me. Remember me bawling my eyes out over FaceTime telling you the real reason I switched schools, why I didn't have any friends, and the hurt I never thought anyone would care about? You had experienced the exact same thing and gave me the comfort I so desperately needed and wanted. Even now, I'm so grateful for that day in my room on the phone with you. I could feel that it was the start of something. What that something was, I couldn't quite tell you yet. The thing weighing on our minds, however, was the distance. A five hour drive isn't exactly desirable for either one of us, but at the same time, did distance really matter?