Dear Sergio

Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't been able to sleep or eat. My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach ache then wrote your name all over my binder. I can feel my cheeks hot as I write this but I must say it or combust. You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but I was hoping, you felt this way too. So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?" Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil, was that you making a pass? I figured maybe ? Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J. to play "My Eyes Adored You" it was playing the day I ran into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet I believe I fell in love that da. I hope you feel the same way too Sergio Valente. Your friend Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia Feb 21, 2019