Hey Iz,

It's like, what, 4 am , and I'm tired as I don't know what but I cant fall asleep. And you're laying just a few feet away, sprawled out and looking peaceful and such and I just want to crawl over there and curl up next to you like Finn and Raemundo are but I know I shouldn't. I decided to write you this letter because, like I said, I cant fall asleep for the life of me and this pad of paper and ink pen just happen to be sitting next to raemundo's couch under the corkboard, and maybe a little bit because marrying you wouldn't be like marrying my sister, honestly. And because I think I would kill for a minute in heaven with you right now, and because you kiss like an angel and I might just fancy you. But just a little. I'm not in love with you or anything stupid like that. It's just that I realized, somewhere around three that I am happiest around you and your dimples and that you might be the one person I know who's actually more fun sober than you are wasted, and you're like, sorta-kinda beautiful when you laugh. But that's all. And that hardly classifies as love. Nope. That's defiantly NOT what this is.

Chop