The one who wasn’t popular.

The one who would stay home everyday and talk to me.

The one who I made blogTV banners for.

The one who would have done anything for a cookie.

The one who would ask me for hugs.

The one who wouldn’t go out every weekend.

The one who would listen to me if I told her she was getting out of line.

The one who guarded her heart a little more carefully.

The one who asked me to videochat.

The one who asked me to phone.

The one who approached me.

The one who loved me for who I was.

The one who was my best friend.

The one who was my backbone.

The one who wanted to hang out with me.

The one who found ways to see me without having a car.

The one who wasn’t just another high schooler.

The one I thought would be different.

The one who was different.

The one her friend called vvn.

The one her friends called vinnie.

The one I called wifey.

The one I fell in love with.