Dear Matt..
Dear Matt,
Ok. I know exactly what you may do once you get this: either ignore it
or get rid of it somehow. But it would be nice if you just took the time to at least read this. You don’t have to read the whole thing, but at least take the time to glance at it.
Back to wha I was gonna say. Well, this may sound silly (it also sounds silly to me, being that I’m the one admitting to this, which is really hard for me), but what I’m trying to say, or admit to, is that at one point in time, I had feelings for you (kids these days call it a “crush”). I don’t know whether or not I still have these feelings, but I thought I’d just let you know how I feel. There was also a point where I thought I was in love with you, which really turned out to be “lust”. I don’t know but it’s been eating at me for quite some time. I hope this isn’t creeping you out or anything, but I thought that if I’d just get this whole mess off of my chest, then I’d feel better. And in some weird way, I already do.
I actually saw you as a really nice person, which you are, and I thought I was “falling in love with you”, but just with all the other guys I’ve had crushes on, it turned out to be simply “lust at first sight”. I don’t know, but it’s like whenever I see movies or see my friends in good relationships, I get jealous and wish for the same thing in life at that very moment. Yet I end up falling for complete assholes. Which you aren’t, thank god.
I’m guessing that I’ve definitely scared you away, being that we don’t talk much. And I understand that you both have a life and may not even want to either read this letter or even talk to me. You also may be wondering, “Well, why couldn’t she tell me in person?” Well, unfortunately, this is the best form of communication that I know and feel comfortable with when it comes to situations like this.
I’m just gonna end this letter at that. If you have any comment, just leave me a message on MySpace or reply back to my e-mail. If not, that’s fine, too. Like I said, I just thought it would be better if I just got this of of my chest. Well, enjoy the rest of your summer. Stay out of trouble. And be safe, especially with all this crazy weather we’ve been having. Most of all, enjoy your life to the fullest, yet take it easy; take a vacation every once in a while. You never know what day may be your last. Not trying to scare you or anything, but the last thing you need is to spend the afterlife thinking about what you could’ve done. Take care. Hope to see you @ the Oscars one day.
Ok. I know exactly what you may do once you get this: either ignore it
or get rid of it somehow. But it would be nice if you just took the time to at least read this. You don’t have to read the whole thing, but at least take the time to glance at it.
Back to wha I was gonna say. Well, this may sound silly (it also sounds silly to me, being that I’m the one admitting to this, which is really hard for me), but what I’m trying to say, or admit to, is that at one point in time, I had feelings for you (kids these days call it a “crush”). I don’t know whether or not I still have these feelings, but I thought I’d just let you know how I feel. There was also a point where I thought I was in love with you, which really turned out to be “lust”. I don’t know but it’s been eating at me for quite some time. I hope this isn’t creeping you out or anything, but I thought that if I’d just get this whole mess off of my chest, then I’d feel better. And in some weird way, I already do.
I actually saw you as a really nice person, which you are, and I thought I was “falling in love with you”, but just with all the other guys I’ve had crushes on, it turned out to be simply “lust at first sight”. I don’t know, but it’s like whenever I see movies or see my friends in good relationships, I get jealous and wish for the same thing in life at that very moment. Yet I end up falling for complete assholes. Which you aren’t, thank god.
I’m guessing that I’ve definitely scared you away, being that we don’t talk much. And I understand that you both have a life and may not even want to either read this letter or even talk to me. You also may be wondering, “Well, why couldn’t she tell me in person?” Well, unfortunately, this is the best form of communication that I know and feel comfortable with when it comes to situations like this.
I’m just gonna end this letter at that. If you have any comment, just leave me a message on MySpace or reply back to my e-mail. If not, that’s fine, too. Like I said, I just thought it would be better if I just got this of of my chest. Well, enjoy the rest of your summer. Stay out of trouble. And be safe, especially with all this crazy weather we’ve been having. Most of all, enjoy your life to the fullest, yet take it easy; take a vacation every once in a while. You never know what day may be your last. Not trying to scare you or anything, but the last thing you need is to spend the afterlife thinking about what you could’ve done. Take care. Hope to see you @ the Oscars one day.
Sincerely,
The Virgin DeDe
P.S. Don’t do anything Kurt Russell wouldn’t do!!!
