Dear Luke,
Remember when you asked me out on a date? You came to my house in your normal attire: skinny black jeans with rips at the knees(those jeans looked so good on you, but they looked like your legs were suffocating) and a Green Day band shirt. You came in stuttering asking if I would go out with you that night. Of course, I agreed and we went out to the beach with a blanket and a picnic basket. We watched the sun set and we had a great time together. At the end of the night, you dropped me off at my house giving me a goodnight kiss.
I remember feeling so happy that whole time. That was the most perfect first date I've ever had. I don't think it could ever be beaten.
I miss our dates. We would always have the best time.
Lots of cuddles and kisses,
Cassandra
