I currently don't have a crush. Going to Calvin and being unemployed will do that to you. With this letter, though, I'll make it general.
Also, I'm not posting tomorrow's letter because it's the one for your parents. That letter's not going to be pretty, and you don't want to see that. Nope. You just don't.
Anywho...
Dear Crush,
Admittedly, I am damaged goods. Honestly, you could do better. Maybe someone more demure, more feminine, more ladylike, less loud, less volatile, less troublesome. It'd probably be better for you to do like Isaac Hayes and walk on by.
But you'd be missing out.
Admittedly, I am damaged goods, but I'm also the best thing you could ever have and have wholly. I'm full of undeniable, unselfish love, and I'm willing to give it to you.
You deserve more than the best. I can imagine that your kind eyes only behold that which is priceless, that your smile is genuine and comes from truth, that your spirit can only be tied to a like and fine soul. I may not be this, but I'm willing to give as much as I can.
That's all I can promise---commitment, devotion, the dedication to amelioration, the desire to be what you need.
And I might fail, but I'm willing to try.
Sincerely,
Kimberly
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