I don't know if you remember me, but we were in the same 4th grade class.
I was skinny, with awful bangs, and stringy blond hair, and I had no fashion sense whatsoever.
I flatter myself that a lot has changed.
But you....now you, had MC Hammer pants, a rat tail, a chipped front tooth, a mullet, and you wore your house key on a dirty shoelace around your neck.
You were so ca-ute.
Amy Yearsley and I would talk about you for hours.
Hoping and dreaming.
But you ended up liking my best friend.
And I cried and cried over my broken heart.
Today, I would like you to know that I have moved on.
I have found a nice person who wears jeans and t-shirts, has a clean haircut and has no serious dental problems.
I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have worked out anyway.
Just know that I think of you from time to time and wonder how you are doing.
All the best,