Look how my thing looked:
Dear Orlando,
I've watched you for a bunch days straight. I love the buffy way you turn your
house key in the lock. I could make you so very full someday. I know all of your
favorite things such as yellow stairs, monkeys and pineapples. I can give you
all that and more. Love me. I would never make you sing or sleep if you didn't
want to. Even if you did want to, I'd make sure you wouldn't mess up your
feathery hair and weirdo clothes. Maybe someday we can take a trip to tokio
together and screw all day long in the sun. I hope you don't find this
disturbing, but I must shout these feelings to you.
Completely yours,
Myst
Oh and thanks!