Dearest So&So

To the sexiest boy I have met in a very very long time. Thank you so much for making sure my head did not hit that tree on my journey to the ultimate ninja, the ground. Thank you for giving me your number, even though, I will more than likely not call you. Thank you for being a huge temptation and having a sexy ass body, misquote bites, and an evil wit that rivals mine. Thank you for helping explain the finer points of climbing to my beloved companions. Damn. Why must I remained focused? Why am I still thinking about this? Should I just take that paper and burn that number? This is so comically frustrating. I got shit to do.