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Dear Ryl**

Dear Ry,

I honestly don't know how I feel about you. You are amazing and hot and everything I would want anyone. And I know so much about you from that stupid trivia you and your brother were doing down by me (yes I was listening in). I know your favorite movie (The Breakfast Club), TV show (a tie between Grey's Anatomy and American Horror Story). I know your favorite breakfast food (pancakes) versus what you usually have (applesauce...weirdo). I know what you want to be when you grow up (physical therapist). I know that you binged Orange is the New Black last week and finished all 4 seasons in 3 days. I know you write your smiley faces backward (: instead of :) which is stupid when texting because the colon is to the left of the parentheses. I know you have two brothers. I know you have a dog that never barks. I know you and your family are Michigan fans which pisses at least 4 families off that live on our street (mine included...not including me, though). I know that you love Disney and have memorized every Hannah Montana song and snap me videos of you lip-syncing to them. And I know that I really like you. I just don't know if I want to date you (this one) or if I want to be your friend. And we talk. A lot. And cry over Grey's together. But I still don't feel comfortable talking to you like I can my best friend. And there is the "best" difference. But still. I don't know if I can consider you even my friend yet. And it kind of hurts. Because sometimes I feel like you only reply to be polite. We never really talk. And you don't really text "first first". You will be the first to text in the morning if you fall asleep before replying (ah the late night snap sessions). But you will never text first after long periods of time. Which makes me feel like I'm bugging you. And I don't want to bug you.

I just want to know you.

Love,

E