Now, the blog is all about you. Yes, you. A precious human being, miles and miles away, whose face I have not once witnessed in the flesh. This might all be a game, a pseudonym, a cynical persona which I would not be able to confirm. However, when I first laid eyes on your virtual identity, I gained a sense that you were more than just pictures and words. First day, I thought you were just really cute. So at least you’ve got looks on your side. Second day, I grew fond of your humour, your love for digimon, and your capacity to be compassionate for others. Third day, I realized that you were also an intellectual being, one who feels and hurts and loves and breathes. By the end of the week, I really just wanted to meet you for a coffee and vintage shopping date so I could get to know you better. Since that can’t exactly happen right now, here is a continuation of the long list of things I first noticed about you. You look really good in pastel green. You like really stupid trendy stuff like the Hunger Games and Glee far too much which is okay because you’re not the only one. You reblog Klaine, Mean Girls, Digimon, Pokemon, and so many other things that people just brush off too often. You are an earthbender, a strong, centred human being who stands his ground, fights with all of his will, and obviously can pull green off. (Haha seriously, green is statistically a challenging fabric colour to pull off because it contrasts the red in our skin so much). I enjoy the way you cleverly incorporated “coming out of the closet” into your blog write up. However, I dislike that you got rid of Henry for Takato. I enjoy your wide range of musical and theatrical interests. I appreciate that you interact so well with your family, particularly those silly “this is me and my mom conversing about random shit” quote posts. I praise you for your brilliant sense of pro-bro-loyalty for thinking of your brother during your personal high school story. I have seen you from happy and glittery in the first pages of your blog ever, to gloomier and more challenged lately, and yet, you always inbox me with an air of positivity and slight sarcasm. I actually really enjoy the way you speak, because it’s slightly sarcastic and slightly over-exaggerated (does that sound like anyone else you know? Bahahaha). I truly think it is cool that being so far away, we both do IB (which by the way, you are a champ for sticking it out), have left index finger stitches from box cutters, and that you stay up till one in the morning just slacking off. When I have super procrastination-driven days, I look at you complaining at midnight and it sometimes makes me feel a little better. I enjoy that I was but a mere random mortal, and you decided to let a phantom shadow into your life over the internet. Meh, these really aren’t deep things I noticed about you, since my sources are limited, but I hear you’re a nice guy. And most of all, I value your inexperience as a seventeen-year-old boy. You will be surprised by how quickly your life-views are altered, your friends shift, and your academic goals redirected. In two weeks, five months, or one full year, each time, you will be a different person, and I expect only greater things from you. You are a handsome, intelligent, funny, and good creation of God, of Allah, of Buddha, of Zeus, of an unspoken or unidentified spatiotemporally-non-particular transcendental being, or a mere infinite imaginary construction of someone’s mobile mind in their limited stationary body. But none of this all matters because you are good. Really, really, truly, good.