Matthew Hau-Wei Wang

When did that name start meaning so much to me? I could write this on our personal blog, but I want everyone to know about you. I want to tell everyone how much I love you and how wonderful of a friend you’ve been to me. How you’ve helped me through some of the darkest periods of my life and cheered me up, how you’ve shared in my joy. I want them to know about your enthusiasm and passion and love.

I met you at Preview approximately a year and a month ago. You were the guy who missed his train, who had the crazy hair, who scraped orange peels into the silverware disposal and made some questionable comments to people at Night Market. (Wow, you sound pretty lame. =P) The guy who came with me to sit in on a neuroscience lecture, who had his birthday while at Princeton, who tried to do handstands with Sympoh, who had already committed and made it known that Princeton was the only Ivy to which he got accepted. You were one of the people I without a doubt wanted to keep in contact with when I came to Princeton, though I did a pretty poor job of it over the summer and during the first few months. 

But after those few months. You made sure I felt at home in your hallway and invited me to hang out with some of the best people I’ve met at Princeton. You watched meteor showers with me lying in Poe Field. We had our minds completely blown by Memento at 5am. You came over to comfort me after hellish orgo tests, and walked around campus trying to find me since I was hiding under my bed and nobody noticed. You were there for me when I cried: over tests, over friends, over relationship problems. You brought me to PEF and introduced me to God. 

And you love me. You sang me a song and brought me brownies and flowers on Valentine’s. You walk me back from Forbes nearly every night even though I’m perfectly capable of getting back myself. You write cheesy notes and leave me little encouragements. You tease me mercilessly and I tease you even more. You draw watermelons all over my whiteboard and plan birthday gatherings for me. You hold my hand and are always there whenever I need you. You love me as best as you can, and always want to be better at it. 

You’re such a passionate and loving person. You’re always there to cheer someone up, to joke around and share a smile and a laugh. Some of my best memories just involve you singing and laughing and loving life. You never fail to help when you can, and you’re always trying to be a better person in every way. You’re incredibly genuine and humble. You have the sweetest smile and the most expressive eyes. 

I love how you can always make fun of yourself, and use it to make others laugh. I love how you play with Kira and Michaela and how well you get along with kids. I love how you act like a little kid yourself sometimes, with your enthusiasm and energy. I love how you want to share your love for God. I love how you always tell me stories about your friends and want me to meet them. I love your inability to fold sweatshirts and constant forgetfulness. I love how you don’t let little things bother you, and how you want to help others see the big picture too. I love the way my hand fits in yours and how you treat me like a princess even though I’m nowhere close to being one. 

I’m leaving my heart with you this summer Matt. Words can’t describe how I feel about you, or who you are. I suppose I’ll just have to show you off to my friends whenever you come over to visit. =] 

I love you.