Dear #2, 

Today I'm writing you this letter to recall the first time we met. 

It was the summer of 20XX at a church work camp in Denver, Colorado. Our groups were sitting inside a school waiting for access to the worksite and our leaders thought it would be a good idea to play a name game, remember that? I was feeling pretty good about everyone's names and got 13/14 correct, of course, I knew I was impressive. Once we were allowed inside we needed to put back-to-school supplies in order for the teachers, so our group leaders deciding that an assembly line would be the most efficient way, we somehow ended up being paired together. I think that's when we had our first conversation with each other, and, naturally, I remembered your name: Paul. We hit it off instantly since I am a natural-born bully and you are just too easy to pick on, being clumsy suits you well. You didn't just take my bullying though, you were pretty witty yourself too, just my kind of person. Your smile is what really caught my attention, it was so pure and joyful, I couldn't help but gravitate towards you. It almost felt like fate for us to meet, but I don't believe in fate, there is no such thing as coincidences. 

It was the next day when us and a couple other group mates were cleaning out the supply closet that I knew our friendship was meant to be.