Friday, 6:45 AM: m4w
Hey girl on the el. Yeah you. The blond with the bangin' bod. You were the one in the charcoal pantsuit, I was the one in the fire engine red zip-up hoodie. You are my destiny, I am your dream dove.
Do you think I didn't notice the sparks flying when we came so close to eye contact that one time? Your staring out the window "ignoring" me was a classic lovers' game, but you don't need to act coy. It's okay, I am here to release your wild heart and subsequently tame it, like a majestic stallion.
From the moment our eyes almost caught each others, I cannot think of anything but our inevitable life as the royal family of a private island in the South Pacific. Every moment of every second of every minute, I pine for your black hose and faux leather brief tote. Please pencil me in to your soul.
If you ever want to stop playing games and get down to business you know where to find me. We can restart our life right where it started this morning. I'll be on the third to last car on the Brown Line between 7:30 and 8:00 every morning until you come to your senses.
-Brett
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