I've thought for a long time about this third note. After all, three is supposed to be special, and I really don't have anything different to say.
But I can say that I feel like the luckiest, happiest person in the entire school when I'm with you, and terrible when I'm not. You're funny, practically-genius, cheerful, and one of the nicest people in the entire school. Once, I stopped breathing.
I guess sometimes I feel inferior to you - I feel like you're so perfect, and I look at you and can't find flaws. It's astounding/annoying/driving me crazy. The first time my friend told me that you're the best freshman cross country runner in track - well, the feeling of inferiority started going downhill from there. Hasn't gotten much different.
I hope you always realize that your something real special.