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
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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