`We were perfect together. Until we met.` I can`t help but smile at the lyrics in her letter. She misses me. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. It didn`t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. And...
