Jackson,
Well this is awkward; I mean I never thought I would actually be writing this down, or even admitting to it. I guess I should explain myself better.
It all started back around the time of the trip, you were there, brooding. I was excited and nervous and you were there, calm as a cucumber. Then, the plane crashed and I honestly thought we were doomed.
All of us began freaking out about who would be leader and what we were going to do to survive. You were always there, behind the scenes, terribly sexy and exuding masculinity.
I didn't quite understand these feelings at first; I just thought it was adrenaline. You and I kept rubbing up against each other, not literally of course, and when we talked, well argued, it seemed like sparks were exploding all around.
So many things have happened during this "retreat," and I think we all are getting more than we asked for out of it. By now, you've probably crumbled this up and thrown it into the fire, which was awesome of you to discover by the way, but I am getting to the point.
You saved us all numerous times, some more than others, and you are probably the most level headed of us all. I just wanted to tell you that I think I love you. I'm sorry for that.
It's not completely my fault; I mean you made it difficult. You have your eyes and your body and the brutally honest things you can say. The way you deal with the people in the group. I don't really understand any of this and I hope you understand it more than I do.
Well, I suppose that's it.
Daley
I know this pretty much blows, but I really needed to write something so I threw this together. Please, please, please review this because I've never written for Flight 29 Down before and I want to know what you think of my style. Thanks all!
