Please accept this note written with genuine sincerity. I always knew that we were meant to be friends, however your recent displays of affection have overwhelmed me with gratitude.
I will never forget that when we first met, you saw my heart. However, your interest in me has only increased since I broke an arm and occasionally look like the letter J or a deformed P. When I come to you as a tear drop, you are kind enough not to draw attention to it when others are around. And you seemed extremely happy to see me when I came to you after they dumped chocolate all over me and tossed me in a bag with a bunch of rejects. I'll never forget your uncontrollable expressions of joy.
I'm damaged goods. I'm sometimes called a "second". I've even been labeled "hurt", which truly reflects how I'm feeling these days. Even when things seem to be going well, I'm almost always removed from my peer group and deemed worthless. Yet, you continue to devour my imperfections. You light up when I'm in the room and you savor every moment we have together. Thanks again. You're such a sweet-tooth.
Yours Truly,
"Hurt" Chocolate Covered Pretzels
p.s. I won't tell anyone about our late night rendezvous in the kitchen. ;)
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