I’d like us to finally meet in real life, and share the same relationship we do via Skype each day.

I’d like us to watch Netflix, eat pizza, swap inside jokes, and talk about the dumb things we do on a daily basis.

I’d like us to have an intimate, best-friend relationship in which we both know we like each other, but we’re both too afraid to admit it, much like we do via the internet.

I’d like us to play Minecraft and incite revolution on small servers together while in the same room, laughing and joking together without the use of headphones and microphones.

I’d love to finally see your large, fluffy, dumb dog physically instead of staring at the endless stream of pictures you bombard me with of him.

I’d love our nearly identical senses of humor to finally come together in real life.

I’d love to witness your laziness with my own eyes.

I’d love to watch the shows you obsess over with you, as long as you watch mine.

I’d love our differing music tastes to finally blend together in a genre we both enjoy.

I want to hug you so badly, but you live five states away from me. There is nothing more frustrating than this.

The mere thought of you crying shatters me psychologically.

Your insistent and garish laugh is unforgettable; it fills me with joy.

Your amused, compressed smile charms me.

Your intelligence, diluted by your laziness, intrigues me.

The amount of inside jokes we share is overwhelming.

We were both wallflowers without anybody that would accept them until Christmas of last year.

You’ve restored my dignity, and I’ve restored yours.

I love you, Quinn, ya big nerd. 8)