To Zach

You are a great friend. I'm glad I met you- and from you, I learned who the real mysterious man is. No, thankfully not David. David's the prankster- something I know Lupa, the mysterious man, simply wouldn't do. Pranks, I think, just aren't his thing- nor yours. You and I are like solemates, simply because we're both always on the go.
Lupa, the mysterious man- as you know- is my #1 guy. He'll do just about anything to help a girl, from what I've seen. My laundry detergent, for example, just mysteriously disappeared, and I asked "the mysterious man" if he'd be willing to replace it. He said that when he goes shopping again. . . he will buy me another box of laundry detergent powder.
My mysterious man, as you know, is a Cubs and Cardinals fan. He'll check the Cubs score for me, but he won't say anything bad about my favorite baseball team. I love that in him. . . a lot. I'm sad when I don't get to see my mysterious man, especially when we don't have a chance to talk about baseball together. I hope that, no matter where I move to, my mysterious man and I won't be apart.