I feel like you may be a special and kind person. And I would like to make it my business to know special and kind people. Especially if they are boys my age.

What I’m sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I’m sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don’t imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you’d had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

I could become a nun even if I am a non-believer. I'll learn to fake it like Nick did with me. I will minister the gospel of compassion and kindness and please, always use a condom, from famine-stricken nations to war-torn dead zones. It's possible I might become a nun who kisses other nuns.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

I've always been sort of a closet sci-fi geek.

So he's worth a second shot? The more apt question, my dear, is: are you?

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.