dear baby blue eyes,
i really need to come up with a better name for you.
i think i may like you. hopefully that's a good thing.
plus, you're pretty swell.
let's make it a date, aleisha.
dear old friend,
you can swing me around the dance floor anytime.
just promise to catch me if i fall.
two left feet, aleisha.
dear man in my story,
reliving past memories of you sure doesn't make me
like you any more than usual. do you think you'll ever change?
hoping for the best, aleisha.
sometimes you sit next to me and and randomly talk to me
during class. you even complimented my scarf once. you have
dear arrogant fool,
so maybe that was a little bit harsh, but you bug me.
and i don't even need to tell you why.
happy without boys like you, aleisha.