Dear Mr. Unlucky,
It took me weeks to recover from the funky heartbreak thing. How come I never knew you could have been married. Oh, boy, oh, BOY! I hate this when it happened to me! The world just got ten tsunamis on shore and my love for you was swallowed to the deepest of the very blue ocean. Did I have a wrong idea, or you intentionally did this to me? You were giving me an eye, weren’t you?
Now, I am awakened.
yours confusingly,
Little Blue Book
