I had such a crush on you and I was so shy, that the first time I ever confessed I liked you on the very first page of my very first diary, I tore the page out and shred it up so no one would ever suspect.
I still think you were great on "Silver Spoons."
Dear Alex P,
I cannot explain why such a yuppie was so adorable to me. I think it's because even I understood that one day you would go Back to the Future for me when I was old enough to know what to do with a boy as cute as you. Plus, I really liked your parents.
Your freckles were the only sweet thing about you, and even though you like to play the bad-boy, those freckles and the little twinkle in your eye told me that deep down inside, you were really, really wholesome. And look! 20 years later, I was right. You're the only thing holding the Bluth family together.
No one else seemed to notice you when we were teens, but no matter how bad your lines or how lame your story, you were always funny and sincere. I am very sorry about your bout with prescription drugs, but I'm happy to see that, after all these years, you're still cute when you're paranoid.
When I saw you at 15 and predicted you would be hot, I told myself that it was wrong to love someone so much younger than I. But anyone in high school who can build a rocket like that and be so smart and so good and so cute and so inspired will have my heart forever. And now you've proven that I am so so very right to have waited for you...