Dear Luke,
I think we're past "I like you". I take saying "I love you" very seriously, and I don't say it until I'm sure. Well, I'm sure. Because no one has ever made me feel this way. I can't stop thinking about you. It's like you're my drug, and I'm thoroughly addicted. You're the sweetest, nicest, funniest boyfriend a girl could ask for. That one time you brought me a comic book? That was the most thoughtful thing anyone's ever done for me. Even though it wasn't the right one. I loved it anyway. You make my heart beat faster than a hummingbird's wings, and the sound of your voice over the phone at three in the morning is worth more than a million dollars. That was a bit of an exaggeration, but not much. You're also extremely smart. You can keep up with my Latin, and my French, and my random movie and TV show quotes. You're better than me at math, and not many people can say that. In short, you're my definition of perfection. And I don't care how crazy and cheesy that sounds. Because I'm head over heels in love with you.
-C