Dear Elvis,So… turns out you are not that person. I mean, if you were, I’d just talk to you directly instead of writing this, right..?It didn’t take me long to figure it out. I just asked Mr. Nils his age, and he’s older than you and those perfectly symmetrical moles on his face... He’s had them since birth. Still, the resemblance was kind of insane. Even if it was a short moment, just thinking it might be you made me really happy.But here’s the weird part, Elvis: Even though he’s not you, Mr. Nils seems just as gentle and kind as you are. I think he’s still managing to catch my attention. I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but I kind of already knew it wasn’t you anyway. I asked him for a one-on-one lesson at the library next week, and he said he’d be happy to help, with the cutest expression. Do you think people can actually just be genuinely good or is there always something underneath, like some hidden intention..? I honestly don’t know. I feel a bit guilty even saying this to you, but I can’t remember the last time I talked to someone else with this kind of excitement, except you.It kind of feels like I could get carried away with him.