...or as complicated. Especially for a sixteen-year old. Three thousand miles of seperation. The story is so much more complicated than I can tell, but I met her a year and a half ago. But it wasn't until... five months ago that I first told her how I felt about her, which is something I never would have expected, something that happened so quickly I couldn't understand it. It wasn't a crush either. I know this is a short story for something this deep but I don't know how to tell it.