Dearest Boo,
When I kissed your school photo, the epic awesomeness of it made my brain swell with the fantasy of what it would be like to actually make real contact with you. How doth Darth Vader fare without his life with Padmae, how doth Bane fare without a companion? Right now I feel like these yummy villains: single.
You can change that, bae.
As Abraham Lincoln once said, "Don't let your dreams be dreams." You are my dream, bae. I must make you a reality.
I'll even be dumb and believe in a society ruled by men so you will love me back. I'll do those cutsie-wootsie Facebook posts about you, even though they could never be as cute as you. When in competition with sad puppies on a Hallmark card, you win by a football field. Three, even.
When I look into the mirror during ghost-summoning rituals, I see you there by my side. Ghost hunter couple goals, bae! Afterwards, we could drink hot chocolate and play words with friends.
Marry me, bae, or else I shall command my dragons to consume you with my fiery passion- a passion that could be directed into cookies that I make for you. They will be spicy, like your soul. Sweet, like your shoes. And dirty, like your car.
Do you want to jump in a pile of leaves with me? The leaves that scatter will be a metaphor for the scattering of our problems.
Lots of love,
Mary Poppins
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Love Letters
HumorLizzy and Emma would like to give credit to Shelby, their dear friend, for writing the first fake love letter that initially started this whole thing. Because of that first letter we now have Mary Poppins and a whole lot of fun.
