Dear Mr. Milo Guy, You are fat and lazy and utterly wonderful. Thank you for reminding me it's okay to cool the fuck out-- curl up, and watch Bob Ross in my slippers on a Saturday night.
Dearest cupcake from my Cupcake, Thank you for being JUST what I needed right now-- With your chocolaty goodness charming enough to spare the city from my rage. *Sigh*
Alas, with my Sweet, I must destroy you, as often happens in love.
Thank you for this feeling of cautious optimism. I love the way you've been sneaking in through my open window-- pretending to be coy. You've charmed me with your bunnies and soggy-sidewalk-mattresses.