Give me the robot you. Program it to want me as much as I want the real you.

I’m only 23. I didn’t expect to figure out what I want, what I need in a relationship yet. I can count the guys I’ve dated on one hand — and of those guys, I only considered two to be boyfriends. But I did figure it out. A beautiful storm brewed in the last five months, whipping my flimsy list of expectations out of my hands. And I have Alexander Bastidas Fry to thank for that.

I like everything about him. I do like making lists, but it’d be absolutely pointless to try and list all the things I like about Alex. It’s much easier to say I like him from head to toe. Nobody is perfect, but I did think he was perfect for me.

I loved being his girlfriend. I don’t have any complaints or regrets. Only many, many wonderful memories. Everything about our relationship was wonderful — up until I started falling for him and he wasn’t falling for me. It’s too bad things were cut short. In my mind, our relationship could only get better with time.

It will be difficult to get over Alex. It will probably be one of the most difficult things I’ll ever do. He showed me what a boyfriend should be, what a best friend should be. He made me the happiest I’ve ever felt in my 23 years.

Alex raised the bar. I can only hope that someday I’ll meet somebody just like him — or better. But asking for somebody better seems to be asking a lot. I just want my ‘Alex’ to love me. Because that’s what everybody deserves: To be with somebody who loves you.