Ask me when the idea first came into my head, and I wouldn't be able to give you an answer. To be honest, I don't know. It manifested like a single cell in the earliest tide pool. The cell split, doubled, and continued to grow exponentially until the metaphore was exhausted. I'd known for a week or two before that night you figured it out. Maybe I wasn't being as subtle as I thought.

I learned a lot about you that night. I continued to learn about you every time we talked. You and I have some of the strangest things in common. I got to go on something of a date with you, and I still hold it as one of the best nights of my entire summer. When we went overseas with the band, you had made some less-than-favourable decisions and I thought that I had fallen away from your periphery. I was hurt. I was confused. Upon return, I made some unfavourable decisions, myself. I even tried to go backwards. When things really hit the bricks, I crashed.

When you reach the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up. I had a chance to re-evaluate everything around me; everything I'd lost, everything I'd dropped, everything I thought had a glimmer of potential. That's when your name came up again. Out of what seemed like nowhere, you started talking to me more often again. Conversation was flowing. I started to learn things that you claim your best friend doesn't know about you. I couldn't help but notice that those "few months" had passed that you use to get to know someone better before dating them.

Recently, you fell very ill. Two weeks later, you're finally beginning to recover. Once you do, I'm going to ask you on another date. I want this to go places, and I think you and I have some serious potential. I can give you what you need, and I'm almost positive that you can do the same for me. You are a fascinating specimen, a gorgeous, amazing man, and I am going to ravage you when the time comes.