by Your Favorite Comedian
Dear You,
It’s me, but you probably knew that since I am the only one around here leaving you notes. Or at least I think that’s the case.
I guess this would be a bad time for you to tell me you’re breaking up with me. Harsh, actually, me pouring my heart out to you and thinking you feel the same.
Just in case this is my last shot, here it goes.
One of your coolest traits is your smile. Sure, it lights up a room but also lights up my life. (Cue the ‘awww’ sound.) I’m always in wonder at how you always have a smile for me? You always look up and grin. It’s crazy sweet. No matter what is going on, the mood you’re in, the day you’re having—you look up and smile at me.
Please don’t stop doing it; it feels amazing. I want to always have one for you too. Unless of course you’re covering something up. You don’t have a secret life you’re not telling me about right?
Hope you’re not smiling to distract me from the wild, adventurous life that you have going on in secret. Maybe I’m not showing you enough excitement. One day I’ll come home and find a note from you that you’ve run off to live with James Bond.
Please stay with me; I can also shake a mean martini.
Was it my cooking? I try to BBQ on weekends, but maybe I need to learn more than how to scorch meat. They say the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach. If you are still here with me in the morning, I will attempt to make you some toast and maybe scrambled eggs.
Wow, I realize I took this note from its original intention of a love letter to one assuming that you’re leaving me.
That would make me so very sad. I am crazy about you. Or maybe just crazy.
I hope you can stick around for the rest of our lives. In any event, you’re stuck with me. I hid your car keys.
Love,
Me
