VANESSA | ✓

➝ letter one

dear vanessa,

i first met you at my cash register in walmart.

working there sucks, you know that? people are always bitchy as hell to me, the manager has a stick up his ass, and don't even get me started on the god-awful jokes about that place. (and the memes good lord).

but then you showed up.

that pretty flash of exotic hair and your long eyelashes and legs.

and then you give me that fucking movie star smile, ask me how i'm doing, and hand me your card with this fluttering hand gesture.

and then my eyes land on your name.

god, your beautiful name. . .

dammit, i shouldn't be writing this letter.

but i like you, okay? and if you're not okay with me saying that, than is attracted a better word? i don't know. i'm kind of nervous, ha. . .

i really hope i see you again. i miss you, even though i've only met you once and i've never spent any "quality time" with you.

i'm writing this letter because i'm hoping it was fate that we met, that you were nice to me (unlike millions of other customers i've had) and that you come back.

please come back.

sincerely, jonathan.