dear chocolate cake,
i know you think i’m with cheesecake, but you’re the only cake i want to eat. i could eat you for the rest of my life, honestly. you never get stale. you’re not too sweet. and you have just the right amount of icing on you. i don’t care if you’re not my cake, darnit. i put the icing on; as far as i’m concerned, i can eat as much of you as i like. will you let me have you?
love, a hungry guy.
This letter is addressed to that old soul whose moment of inquisitiveness has developed into weeks and weeks of continuous conversation,
Poetic prose will always fall short in the face my affections, so I will keep this telegram short. I care about you very much.
Whenever it is that I see you, I would not object to being held for an indeterminate amount of time, (or to any other romantic gesture you might perform;) in fact, I might be entirely open to it.
Try not to keep me wondering for too long. Hesitancy was the downfall of your predecessors.
Fondly,
Her.
camera boy,
the awkward silences are the best. i wish i wasn’t such a goon and could talk to you like i talk to everyone else. i’m not usually this shy and introverted, i swear! but the truth is, you’re not like everyone else. i kinda sorta maybe love you a little. i’m sure you see right through me, but when you ask when i’ll be around again, i hope you feel the same way.
— the ever hopeful maybe special me
Boyfriend,
You are the worst boyfriend ever, and I hope you sustain injuries in a freak bad-boyfriending accident in which you fail to say goodnight to your significant other on gchat after promising you would.
(I like you a lot, goodnight).
— Who the fuck else?
A fellow facebook friend of mine,
Facebook keeps suggesting I send a msg to you and say “hello”, I don’t know if this is a coincidence or not, but I’ve been wanting to say hello to you for the longest time now, my friends tell me all the time to, but now facebook?
This must mean something, or maybe I’m just a psycho who believes in fate? It’s facebook for crying out loud…
Maybe soon, you’ll take notice of me, and… ugh, nevermind.
— …
boy across from me,
i wonder if you take notice that i’m across from you too…
— anonymous
cookie boy,
you’re crazy.
… i like you.
— punk girl
August Owl,
You were bailing wire that kept my skin fastened to my bones; the thread stitched throughout my clothes.
You were the matchstick burning, kindling the fire in my soul; a rare stone among the coals.
Never tell me this is not how my heart’s supposed to work, because if it’s not, why are things ten times better when I’m with you?
— Spring Canary
d,
always a letter off, your dark is my light and your innuendo is like dance. there is no bigger wonder. that’s what she said.
— n
pretty boy,
your hair is like a pancake, fluffy and sweet
your eyes are like brown m&ms id love to eat
your skin is smooth like
country crock butter
you’re beautiful but every time I see you I shudder
you’ve spoken to me once
maybe twice
but to hear the sound of your voice again would be nice
you scare me, you excite me, you make me smile
I wish I could talk to you for a very long while
I doubt this wish will ever come true
but at least I’m telling someone, even if it’s not you
— hopeful
dear mind,
i don’t think you quite understand the severity of the situation. i know you said i’m not allowed to fall in love anymore, but guess what? i did.
guess what else?
i’m so happy i ignored you and all your silly rules for once. his blue eyes and scratchy kisses are way worth it.
love,
heart
Boy,
Its always been you.
Its always going to be you.
You’re the geek for me.
I’m the geek for you.
— Girl
stone face,
I will do everything I can to get you to crack a smile.
— a
boy with the blue shoes,
i sit across from you on purpose, so our legs can touch. i want you to stop apologizing when our legs brush. i want you to enjoy it as much as i do.
— girl with the white shoes
Tall Cute Boy,
Sometimes my only motivation to go to work is to see you walk out to take your smoke break. I can’t even bear to make eye contact with you because I know I won’t be able to hold back my goofy smile.
— Boy Behind the Desk
everything i want,
you’re a beautiful mind, and a pretty face. you’re a pure heart, and a telling truth. you’re no lip service, but you’re a perfect kiss. you’re a perfect mess, and a comfortable surprise.
— everything you need
boy in front row,
your name fits so easily into my heart. i bet your hand would fit easily into mine too.
— quiet girl
d,
2010. plenty of time for you to notice me.
— m
best friend,
i know you’re a tight-closed bud, but i was hoping you’d disregard the season and pretend it’s spring, anyway. that way, you’d open up for me and fall like a cherry blossom.
i promise to pick you up. :)
— j
husband,
these are some of the kisses i would like to give you: while hanging upside down, with your sleepy head on my lap, after eating too many blueberries, as sam beam is playing, against your shoulder, when you wake up from a bad dream, over the heads of our children.
thank you madly in advance.
— christine
