Dear Valentine,
I like you. Alot. I like you so much that my mind is filled with nothing but any sort of contact we may have had or that I possibly made up. I can't really tell the difference these days. You occasionally talk to me sometimes even flirt. Remember that Friday. Well I do. I wish I could go back and relive it. I didn't even care people noticed us flirting which usually I am terribly careful about. I am your friend on facebook, my heart sinks when I need to talk to you and you aren't online. I stare at your profile at least twice a day. I don't stalk you though I promise. I am not a creep. Even though I imagine us getting married and getting old together. Oh by the way I hope you are free December 1, 2018 because that's when I want to get married. No big deal. Ok if you ever read this I will be incredibly embarrassed but relieved you know my true feelings. I am falling hard so if your not interested this will suck.
xoxoxo,
Lauren
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Sounds like you are having fun! (Maybe it doesn't feel that way to you but, trust me, this is definitely the fun part.) I think this is a great post. No matter how things turn out, I think writing this is a good idea and I do hope he (I'm assuming) will read it someday. My birthday is December 2, so think of me while you're on your honeymoon, OK?
ReplyDeleteOh he is a guy. haha and I will so think of you on the honey moon. ;)
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