Love Letters (Part three in a series)

Dear Nyx,

First of all, I guess love is maybe a little too strong a word here, but I think this is the best format for the things I want to say.  (and I love you at least as much as I love a cold Dr. Pepper, so I'd say it's fair)  Also, before I really get started here, I just want you to know that (even though I mean every word here) if you have even the tiniest problem with this post, just let me know, and it will be gone forever.

In my early days on 20sb, I wasn't really sure what to think of you, but it soon became apparent that you were a superstar among the chat crowd.  After a while I realized why.  I'm not sure why it is that we get along so well, or why you're willing to help me out with all my insecurities and awkwardness, but I want to thank you a billionty times for that.

If we lived in the same town, I'm sure we'd be inseparable, at least when you weren't out being awesome on your own or with other equally awesome people.  In some other fantastic universe, where the twentysomethings rule the world, and no one ever has to be alone, I imagine we would have gone to high school together, and we'd have countless hilarious stories about all our misadventures.

We may never meet in person, but if we do, I promise I will give you the hugest hug ever.  Seriously, it's the least I could do.

Happy Birthday, Nyx!

Love,
Dave