i met someone recently. and i thought by the third time i met him i had him all figured out. and then one friday night he asked me to take a walk. the chill in the air set the perfect mood and it was just the right amount of serious. he opened up a little about himself and then without even trying he opened me up as well. we stood under the streetlight with his hands at my waist and mine around his shoulders. he guessed at things i've been hiding for years and he was perfectly right about each and every one. i have never connected with another soul in all my 18 years then i did with him that night. i knew right then that i hadn't come anywhere near having him all figured out. he's leanred to hide things well. so i sit and i am silently amazed at all he has to offer. and i can't seem to take my eyes or my mind off of him. i don't want to miss a thing. i read what he writes and i always read it more than once. because with every line i learn a little bit more about him. the things that he writes are so familiar to me that it makes my brain hurt just thinking about it. "listening to the same song over and over to stay in the state of mind. who the hell would do that?" i do that. more often than not. it's one of those things he doesn't understand about himself but its one of those things that makes him so incredible to me. i just can't think of two other souls that were meant to come together like ours were. he talks about not writing anymore. and it forces me to remember the last time i was inspired to write. too long ago. but everytime i get the chance to pull him away from the crowd, i'm more inspired than ever. because a person with so much to say without even saying a word cannot go undocumented. he seems to think people don't care. and although i can't speak for anyone else, i can speak for myself. and i care. i care about him more than i have cared about someone in a long time. i won't say ever, because that line belongs in a love letter. and this is not a love letter. it's just me reacting to someone phenomenal. but i stand and watch in the distance because of my fear of getting too close. especially since i'm not the only one involved. but if i were a little more confident and a little less careful, i would leave notes in his mailbox or on his car just so he knew how much i thought about him. if he knew someone cared, he might smile, even if just for a second, and nothing brings a smile to my face faster then one of his signature smiles. but instead of writing notes and leaving funny messages, i saved all the cute things i would say and i wrote this instead. i just hope it makes him smile. because that's what i live for. to danny. -your little secret.