Everything makes me think about him. Spring, CDs, origami cranes, Coldplay, cinnamon–anything remotely connected to him sets me off into memories again. And at the dance, he slow danced with me every song. We had more fun than I could ever imagine. I’m dizzyingly in like with him–maybe even something a bit more. I just really, really hope he likes me back. And he might. That’s what gives me hope, and it makes me really happy, and every day is happy now.