Deep, tan skin and hair so blonde it bordered on white: this was the world I was born into. Everyone was trying to look like an inverted image of me.

I miss him so much. I miss him so much that I’m beginning to think I’m in love with him. When I close my eyes, he’s with me. But how can I feel so strongly attached to someone I’ve considered a friend for so long? I mean, I’ve been attracted to him for years, but I really have gotten to know him in the last three weeks. And I like him, even though he frustrates me. I like him despite him ignoring me all day yesterday. I’ve never felt like this, truly. I have never ever put my faith in another person in this way; the concept of being vulnerable with someone I see in a romantic light is completely new to me. What’s hard is he doesn’t know any of this is happening. He is touching my life in such a real and important way, and for all I know his gaining interest in me these passed few weeks is a result of everyone else in his life being busy; I keep going back and forth on whether or not I’m bothered by this theory.