I know I can’t make you believe me when I tell you that you’re cute and brilliant and funny and brave and sexy and interesting and completely, disarmingly lovable, and that everyone who ever told you otherwise was a fucking imbecile. So just know that every kiss from you makes my skin tingle and the very thought of you keeps my feet warm in the snow and makes me smile so much that I think everyone on the bus thinks I’m retarded.
Peach
This article appears in Jan 29 – Feb 4, 2009.