Dear Andrew James,

Why is it the first kisses are never cute? I was drunk and stumbling around. You had just arrived. I reaked of men's cologne, Devon's attempt to cover the smell of spilt moonshine down my shirt. I walked up to you, shaking your hand and exchanging names. No one there took care of me, but you. A strander you were, yet I kept attempting to kiss you. Finally you gave in. I had no idea of what you were to become. You said you felt bad for kissing me, because you felt as if I might feel you took advantage of me. That made me respect you even more. I went to bed that night with the butterflies you have created.

I had to continue with my normal life though. I knew nothing about you. I dated two worthless men before I found you again. You must have thought I was a slut.

Sure enough your best friend was my best friend. I told him that even though I had no idea who you were, I was drawn to you. He must have told you that because you called me that day asking if I wanted to come over. There those darn butterflies were.

We began dating March 25th, 2008. After a good month of already acting like a couple. I was head over heels. We were so perfect for each other. We had different views: I'm a christian who works at my church and loves God with all my heart, you are an god hating, death metal guitarist. That didn't stop us.

The first kiss may not have been cute. Three months after we were dating though. That night I told you I loved you and in shock you said it back, the kiss after those words couldn't have been more perfect.

Every kiss after I felt that way, felt as if it was the best kiss ever. We put our faith in dreams that were impossible. Didn't we both know my mother wouldn't let me move at the age of sixteen with an eighteen year old? Or move out period? That dream was a beauty though. I imagined waking up next to you and getting coffee. As I prepare it, your arms slide across my hips ending in a gentle hug and a whisper of "I love you".

Time kept passing. You graduated and were about to move to Califonia. Suprise, suprise. I couldn't go. You stayed here for me.

You became a homeless drunk and I still loved everything about you. I was worried, but okay as long as I had you.

I went to a party. A big mistake. Too much happened. I was faithful to you and my heart was still yours. My parents would never let me out again, or so I thought at the time. I didn't know what to do. I left you. I'm sorry.

I never went a day without thinking about you. Those pictures you made for me in screen printing still remain on my walls. I became a broken soul.

You told me that you loved me in a message on myspace. I looked at how much I changed and how sad I was. I was afraid if I were to be with you again you wouldnt love the person I was. I afraid to get hurt. I just told you that you wouldnt love the person I became. Thats how I honestly felt.

Two months went by and I dated my friend Brook. I didnt even like him. He really treated me poorly. I felt as if maybe I date someone and thats how I would get over you. Wrong. It made me miss you more. It made me realize that I need you in my life. It made me realize that I will never love someone the way I love you.

I got sent 3,018 miles away to Cape Coral, Florida for having sex with this meaningless boy. Out of no where, we began to talk again. Talk like we used to.

I will do anything to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I might sound like a teenager who has no idea what I'm talking about. Who cares what people think? I know that I love you all heart and soul. You know you love me unconditionally.

I'm coming home for you.

-Katherine Jane.