This is just too overwhelming, though it makes me feel good, I'm not really handling it well. It's nice to have this tingly feeling of having butterflies the stomach, but if it's just too much, you might want it to stop. But then again, when it really does stop, you ask yourself, "Where did I go wrong?" I don't wish to put down to words what I want out of all
this now, coz it'll be senseless if what's gonna happen be otherwise. Just maybe, I'm thinking too much over what shouldn't be thought so much about. Just maybe, I've wavered enough. Just maybe, my hope is dying out.
Just maybe, I'm still stuck in reverse.
Or just maybe?
And remember the love letter;
Dear Dayana,
It has been several months and i can no longer hide the feelings i have for you. Loving someone has never been this easy.
I simply adore the way you look. It's impossible to describe your flawless features in words. You are indeed a creature made in heaven, a girl born to be died for. Your large, sparkly eyes are so infectious that it turns me on every single time i see you, and i am sure this effect works even towards the gayest of men. Your cute round-shaped ears never fail to remind me of all the goodness and serenity that exist in this round-shaped world. The gentle and intricate way that your ears move and flutter as you smile creates a chain effect involving other cute and round-shaped organs in my body to move and vibrate simultanaeously, in collaboration with your ear movements. Your nose is so vibrant and angelic that a nose-fetish cult has been formed, with me as their leader. Your lips, ohhhh your lips. No plastic surgeon in this world can operate on anyone's lips to be like yours. No one comes close, not even JayZ. Your lips should be the poster advertisement for the movie "Deep-Throat". It will definitely attract more viewership. No one in this world have a body as perfect as yours. Why didn't you sign up for Victoria's Secret and make guys like me spill popcorn and go on our knees drooling while watching you parade on the catwalk?
The first time i saw you, i thought that you might be Japanese from the state of Hiroshima, cause baby, your're definitely da BOMB. Your someone i would love to spend my life with. However, I am afraid of your dad, as he might be a terrorist. Do you know why? Cause his baby girl is a fucking nuclear warhead. Your the reason why global warming has occurred. You're so hot, it's heating up my sperms and disintegrating them.
Oh Dayana. You are perfect in every aspect. Sadly, you do have ONE MAJOR FLAW. And that's your address. It has to be the same as mine Dayana. I love you many many.
Yours lovingly,
Joshua
