CHOICE ONE:

How many words would it take to accurately express what you mean to me.

How can you scientifically quantify how much lighter I become when you enter my day, or how heavy I feel when you leave.

How can I describe how my smile just appears magnetically when I see your face.

How can I possibly count my thoughts of you, when I think of you so constantly.

As thoughts within thoughts within thoughts within thoughts, make it impossible to remember where one began and the other ended.

Time folds into itself as I am already nostalgic for our future and look forward to our past for the rest of my life.

CHOICE TWO:

You are blazing to me. You are so blazing. No, you are better than blazing; you're blazin'. No G just an apostrophe. You don't need a G, cause i'm your G. So we drop the G, and tonite youre gona drop your G, String. Let me see that crack girl, I bet it aint whack girl.

love, your not-so-secret admirer