Dear A,
While your reason for texting me, out of pure boredom after having "stalked" my facebook, seems a little suspect; I am very glad to have it. All of the great things I make myself forget about you come flooding back in a wonderfully overwhelming fashion. How my heart flutters when I see your beautiful blue eyes, how my will melts when I see your perfect smile, how I'm serenaded by your amazing laugh, how I'm constantly challenged by your inquisitive mind, among others. Our "conversations" are always so short, concerning nothing really, but just long enough to remind me how amazing you are and make me wish things had been different, that I had been different; for the problem of "us" was really a problem with me. Unfortunately, the opportunity for "us" has passed; I'm quite sure your fiancee would vehemently agree. I say that more to remind myself to not chase you rather than to be discourteous to you. Regardless, thank your boredom for me and thank you for thinking of me.

Merry Christmas, babe. Again, I look forward to hearing from you the next time you're bored.
-D

P.S. Your aunt will forgive you.