I've known you for just over a week now. And I feel as though I've known you forever. I think I fell in love with you the first time we spoke. I know that I felt comfortable around you from the first time I saw you. And that means a lot coming from me. I don't trust anyone.

I'm not sure what made you stop and wait for me as we were leaving math that day. I don't know if you realized that we lived in the same dorm building, or that you lived almost directly above me. Perhaps it was just coincidence. I may never know.

There's another guy out there that I'm supposed to be seeing. He's the one I'm was set up with before I even headed off to college. I'm supposed to fall for him. Nothing ever works out like it's supposed to.

I think that I'm a fool. Because you love someone else. You've completely fallen for her. And just the thought of her makes you smile.

I'm not going to chase after you, perhaps you'll never know that I'm infatuated with you. I hope that I'll never let it show. For now I just want to be your friend. It's so wonderful to feel so completely at ease near you. To be able to tease you, to joke, to understand…

I'm going to wait here. Near you. I'd be happy if I could just be your friend.

But inside, I feel like you're "the one." Which is amazing because until I met you, I didn't think there was such a thing. At least not for me.

I won't try to steal you away from her. I want you to be happy. But perhaps, if things don't work out, I'll be next in line.

I can hope.

But for now, I just want to thank you for being a friend. For waiting for me that day, for helping me not feel so alone in the big, scary place we call home now.

As I'm writing this, she's there with you. She came to visit for the weekend, and I went home. You asked me jokingly to bring you a rock, just a little piece of the state that we both call home. It's safely packed away in my backpack.

And somehow I think we'll both laugh about it when I hand it to you. Because I know you already, or at least it feels as though I do.

When we were talking the other night, you said that everyone needs a project. Your project is to get the really quiet guy to speak more. My project, I said, was to find a guy. And even as I said it, I was thinking "I think it's you…" but I can't say that to you.

Maybe someday I will.

I've never fallen this hard or this fast before. Perhaps this feeling will pass… only time will tell.

Allison