You looked so beautiful when I passed you on the street yesterday.  You tried to be inconspicuous with your sweatshirt hood up and heavy backpack—but I wouldn’t miss that perfect face from a million miles away, let alone three feet.

I tried not to fan girl you and I hope you appreciated it.  If you wanted me to freak out, I apologize; but I can tell you right now that if you had wanted, I would have shouted a laundry list of all of the naughty things I’d like you to do to me.

I know I probably looked ridiculous and I’m sorry you had to experience that at 5:30 in the evening—I’m just a girl who loves her sorority too much.  But I promise, I promise, there is enough room in my heart for Kappa and for you with or without your hoodie.

If not, I can fit you somewhere else.  Don’t you worry about that.

Yours,
V