You were beautiful with oreo on your face all the way back at the beginning of the semester, but you get even more beautiful every time I see you. I would even follow you into the woods. You might be swooning over Mike, but even Jesse’s not good enough for you. I know finals are hard, but you are amazing, and I’ll never get tired of saying it. You keep me warmer than heated floors, make me feel feelings better than Sara ever could. You give me the birds.