Dear sir,
I've noticed that for the past twenty minutes, you've been glancing at me a little more than I think may be necessary. It's the kind of glancing the movies have taught us to believe lead to a conversation, a date, etc.
While you are cute(even with your flip-flops and douschebag sunglasses), I'm afraid I must ask you to look elsewhere. You see, you are not the one who taught me the meaning of "Don't Panic", nor did you expose me to Big Brother. I've never leant you "The Unbearable Lightness of Being". On November 18th, 2011, you weren't by my side when my first play premiered. You were not with me in Georgia when my heart broke over someone broken.
You aren't the beautiful boy who wrapped his arms around me on a pleasant night while we stood in the gazebo on campus, or sat with me for hours after rehearsal and told me about your world.
Please stop looking at me.
Sincerely,
Cass
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