Dear Grace,
I hope you see this.
I chose to leave this letter here because I know you'll come here for your usual caramel coffee and oatmeal cookie.
I hope that doesn't make me seem creepy.
Anyway, Grace, it's Valentine's Day.
And I just wanted to know...will you be my valentine?
I know this must seem weird, because you probably don't even notice me.
I'm the guy who's always writing in that journal.
The one everyone at school makes fun of.
Look in the corner along the wall.
I'm probably writing in it right now.
I realize I have no chance with you.
You're gorgeous and perfect and I'm just a freak with a journal, but will you?
Will you be my valentine, Grace?
Sincerely, Alex
P.S. check one:
☒YES ☐NO
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