Dear "Bad Boy",

It's been awhile since I last wrote to you here in my blog. I used to think this my blog was safe from your eyes, but now I'm not so sure anymore. Either way, you confuse me just the same. I can't believe it's been 4 years since I've met you... and in a few short months, we will both be graduating. It's ironic to think about the random moments we have shared and the evolution of our friendship. It's a little disappointing to think that, come May, our paths may diverge forever. Will we keep in touch? My guess is probably no... but that's really your call. Maybe when you finally get over your "frat boy phrase," you'll realize how great things can be.

I won't lie. My roommates don't like you. My friends all tell me you're disgusting. But for some crazy reason, that hasn't fazed me. Believe me, there was a point that I tried to shut out all feelings that I had for you. Unfortunately, that hasn't worked, because like Keali'i Reichel sings, "Every road leads back to you." Trust me on this one, we run in the same circles. We have too many friends in common. This is why I've given up on dating Berkeley guys - THEY ALL END UP BEING ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS! But at the end of the night, you're the one I really want to take home. Why don't you share the same feelings as your friends about me? Or maybe you do? And this is all just a game. If that's the case, stop playing. You win. But do me a favor, don't keep my heart in limbo anymore.

Love,
Jamie