I remember the exact moments you unknowingly claimed small pieces of my heart as yours. When I first met you, I felt intrigued. But that wasn't a surprise, really, you were exactly my type. Dark hair and a stubble, small plugs in both ears and at least one tattoo on your arm. We met the very first day of college. The second college I went to, not the first one - that one holds a different story for a different time. 

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     First lesson of the day and we were put into a group of three, doing an excersise I can barely remember because I was so aware of your presence. I kept stealing glances at you and I remember thinking how smart you were when you corrected a mistake the third person in our group made. And I remember how much I was trying not to come across as stupid in front of you. It went great, which was the biggest surprise of all. I felt good. But then as the time progressed, I kept seeing you with different classmates, including some of the very pretty girls, and I thought I would never have a chance. And so I stopped looking for you in the hallways and stopped concentrating on your voice whenever I heard it in class. 

     But then we entered the second semester and I was,...