The One in Minnesota

     I've never been this open about myself with anyone before. I get how we met, I'm just not sure how he became my best friend.
     I've never met him in person. The only reason I even have an idea about what he looks like is because of Facebook. My goodness, he is gorgeous. We talk about visiting each other, but I'm pretty certain that it's just talk. Sure, if I could afford it, I'd go see him, but last I checked he was seeing someone.
     I love him as my best friend. Yeah, he's hot and I'd totally take him home if I didn't know him. I do know him though. I tell him secrets that I wouldn't ever tell anyone else. I think he does the same for me. Sometimes he sings to me over Snapchat, and it makes my heart melt. He makes me want to be more creative. He tells me that I am capable of anything I set my heart to. I believe him.
     Since I started talking to him, I've started taking creative writing courses, I've bought a fairly large keyboard, and I've begun poetry again. I still suck at all of the above, but he's convinced me not to quit anything I love doing.
     I don't know whether I love him, or if he's just the best friend I've ever had.