Pickle

Dear You,


I hate being the one to initiate everything.  And I hate being shot down every single time.  Why don't you try it for once?  Then maybe I'll blow you off.

But I probably won't really.

Because I would be so ecstatic if you actually asked me to hang out.  I mean, over the five years we've known each other, you have never so much as suggested an actual meeting of some sort.

Are you scared?  Nah, that'd be ridiculous... Are you ridiculous?

Do you find me irritating?  It's okay if you do.  I already know I'm obnoxious.  I'm actually proud of it.  (That's probably a bad thing.)

So how 'bout it, kiddo?  Wanna ask me something?  Anything?

This is my letter to you,


Sincerely Me.