Dear small town boy,

I have been quietly in love with you for the better part of a year.You may be a few inches too tall, too skinny, and a bit awkward sometimes, but I consider you very sweet and clever and interesting. And you are so incredibly talented. I could masturbate to your beautiful voice. I want you very badly.

I love your large brown eyes, broad shoulders, and your long, gaunt face, but most of all I love your mouth. You have this great big hallow of a mouth, stretched across thin lips, that splits into an enormous smile when you laugh. I would be blessed to kiss that mouth. I would kiss every single surface of your body, all six feet and five inches of you, if you let me. I want to be your wife, make love to you and talk to you every night.

Maybe one day I will work up the courage to tell you all of this. Until then, I think I might take some swing dancing lessons so that next time you don't have to help me so much. I'm sorry I'm so horrible, but I really do enjoy dancing with you!

So take care, Dearest. I hope that 10 years from now, when you're a rich and wildly successful physicist or bio-chemical engineer and I'm a struggling English school teacher you'll still talk to me on the phone about those crazy scientologists and that really good movie we both saw last weekend.

Love,
Big city girl