July. 9. 2016

Agnes,

I remember when I saw you crying on the football bleachers. You claimed that you weren't crying, but I saw your pink cheeks and your puffy eyes. I held you tight that day as you told me about your boyfriend dumping you and your grandfather who ended up in the hospital after a mild stroke. I invited you to an ice cream parlor down the street. You surprised me when you agreed. I never knew you liked Peanut Butter Snickerdoodle! Not like that's a bad thing, it was just not something I thought you'd like.
The next day, you sat in the bleachers during my football practice. You even showed up at my game a week later. Honestly, that was one reason why I scored a touchdown:) Just your presence made me feel like I could conquer anything. I remember when I asked you out, you said yes before I finished my sentence. I love you Ag, please wake up.

Alex