My dearest Nelson,

My love for you has not burned long, but it has burned bright. As a prospect, you were not even someone who was on my radar when the 2014 season ended. A friend of mine told me that I really needed to meet you. I procrastinated and put it off to see other receivers first. When the time finally came and I gazed upon your quick release, it was love at first sight. As I grew to know you better, I saw the traits that made you a successful receiver at USC. I saw a WR who was explosive, intelligent in his understanding of the game, and someone whose acceleration to top speed is unrivaled.

Your routes are crisp like a spring rain, and your hands are soft like a newborn pup. The only thing quicker than your feet is my heartbeat when I see you. From the moment I saw you; I knew we were meant to be together. Still my mind was telling me no, but my body, my body was telling me yes. I gave you an early second round grade before you were on anyone’s draft board based purely on gut feeling, but it still felt too low for you. I wanted to give you a first round grade, and I held off because it seemed like no one else could see what I saw. I tried to reign in my infatuation for you and your skill set. I told myself that I was crazy to think of you as a first round WR, but fighting it got more and more difficult with each catch I watched. I continued to watch you dominate on the field, and eventually I was no longer able to convince myself that you didn’t belong in the first round on my draft board.

I hoped that a meeting of the heart and mind would finally allow me to write your ranking in pen. That is the thing about love, there is no logic. The heart wants what the heart wants, and now it wants you to be the No.9 overall player on my board with the potential to move to No.7 overall depending on how the draft plays out.

Some of the people who I trust the most oppose what we have together. Some of them say that your Spartan brothers before you were no good, so how can you be any good? I tell them that you are not your brothers, you are your own man, and you will not be defined by their shortcomings and failures. Others say you’re no good for me, and that you are only deceiving me into seeing a vision of you that isn’t real. They don’t know what I know because they don’t see what I see in you. They don’t see the bright future and the championships we will win together.

Always yours,

Drew

P.S. If you go to Philly, I have faith that you can beat out Josh Huff to be the #2 WR in that offense.