Dear Steven,

I think I have a crush on you.

This started out innocently enough, sending you a congenial email wishing you lots of luck with your current endeavor. A few exchanged emails later... you caught me on Yahoo Instant Messenger.

You are charming. You said some incredibly sweet, complimentary things to me. You have a way of making me feel special. Attractive. Intelligent. A multitude of other things. We have a lot in common, you and I. Silly things, important things, random things. Yes, we have also have quite a few things that are dissimilar, one that may be very important to you. One I didn't even dare to bring up in the five hour conversation we had: religion. I am amenable. I am willing to discuss this further with you, if we continue to have this amazing connection.

Yes, Steven, I like you. I feel like a teenager with this silly crush, but I find myself being wrapped up in it. Thinking about you at inappropriate times. Talking about you to my friends. Please tell me you feel the same way about me.

Oh, and please call me.

Seriously In Like,
Bethann