Dear W--
I remember going to classes with you. I remember sitting in the same group with you for Physics. I loved your understated brilliance. When you worked out a solution and explained it to us, I was amazed at the manner in which you taught us. There was patience and pleasure at seeing the light bulbs in our heads come on.
I remember the introductions during our first science lab. You said you diddn't have your picture on your yearbook, but you bought it anyway. I thought, "Me too! Me too!" I also was missing in the yearbooks of both my high schools. But I never got to tell you that and other things because soon enough, I'd gone crushing on you. I was always tongue-tied when you were around.
When C-- said that you were dating her, I almost gasped out loud, "What?! My W--?!" I heard of how you prayed and studied the Bible together, of how steadfast and serious you were with her. But you broke up and we all graduated. Earlier this year, I found your wedding announcement on your church bulletin, which were archived online. Or more honestly, I scoured the internet for any news of you. There wasn't much, but I found what I was looking for: your published scientific paper and a picture of you and your bride.
By then, I was over you. However, it was good to get confirmation what I believed all along: you're an upstanding man.
Farewell---
