Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Eight years ago I saw this boy sitting in the student union. He was in the middle of friends, sitting at a table. He was the life of the party. I immediately wanted to know him. He was the party that I wanted to be invited to.
Two years later and six years ago I finally met this boy by complete happenstance. Still to this day, I never saw him coming. Since then there has never been a day that I haven't been wildly fascinated by him.
To the boy in the student union: I'm so glad to have met you. So glad you were born today.
Happy Birthday, B.
