I've been crazy about you for about a year now. I don't fall for people often, but when I do, I go off the deep end. I wanted to slowly get close to you before I finally asked you out, and I would've if that other dude didn't beat me to the punch. That night we all went out and watched the sunset was amazing, but gut-wrenching at the same time. To see you kissing him again and again... to see you stare into his eyes with such fantasy... it was agony for me. You may remember that night for my crazy dance moves, but truth be told, a lot of that was just me trying to escape. Why couldn't I have been bolder that night? Why couldn't I have been the one who grabbed you by the waist and whispered in your ear? Perhaps it's all for the best. I know I'm not ready for a relationship. Still, when you said hi to me on fb on Valentines day, I wanted to be in town so bad. I wanted nothing more than to spend the day with you. You'll never read this, nor do I know if I'll ever tell you these things given my current situation. Yet here I am, putting this message in an digital bottle, and casting it to the web.