It's amazing how many days have passed since the first time we became who we are now. I feel as if this is all a dream and soon enough I will wake from it. I hope not. Like you told me the first time, "I love you, don't hope it--know it." I know it. We were meant to be. Five years have passed and every day I look at you when you wake up, I still see the boy I fell in love with in high school--those days when we just processed names and students' faces. Now I see the love that was waiting for me all those years ago. I love you, and I always will!