Dear my supposed Secret Admirer,
I HATE YOU!!! You stick these beautiful love letters in my locker, all signed (misteriosly) mysteriously. How dare you!! I read these, read them again, and again, only to get angry that you didn’t have the guts to put your name on here! I rip it up but then tape it back together, just to read it again. You evil person! You put my heart on the chopping block and cut it into a million pieces. I scan the guys at school, hoping to see you! Just a wink or something would be enough. I have wondered if you are a cruel joke that someone is playing on me, but then I read your letters and I decide against it. They’re too beautiful. *Sigh*
Please give me a sign.
You have got to be one of the greatest things that have ever happened to me. I stay up all night wondering if I will find another one the next day. I couldn’t keep living if you stopped writing. I read these letters and I long for you to wrap your arms around me and hold me close. I want to gaze on you and see your loving eyes look back at me. Why do keep me in the dark? Are you worried that I won’t return your (afectons?) affections?
I LOVE YOU!!!
No wait…I don’t. You vile creature, messing with my heart and pulling me in a thousand different directions. How can you do this to me?! What do you think, I won’t care to know who you are, just happy that you (condescended) condescended yourself to write? Well, I am mad. Go away. Never write again.
Forget I said that. I can’t not have your letters. They hold me together in this difficult time. You must be an angel to weave words this way. How do you do that? Keep me holding on to every last word. Even after they are gone. I have (memorized) memorized every word, every letter you write. Never stop.
Why am I even writing this? I don’t know…maybe to show you that I get your letters, or to say that I do like them.
( Sincerely,) (With love,) From,
(I guess you already knew that. Whatever)