Attention, Fates of the universe:
You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this. Of course, millions of people have fruitlessly wished and hoped for that special person to fall "in love" with, whether or not these people have someone specific in mind. So why would I be any different? What would make me any more worthy than these deserving, disheartened people crying out for a love of their own?
First of all, I have a perfect track reccord. Granted, if the system worked like credit, I'm not sure I'd be able to say that. But the one boyfriend I've had, in first grade, would gladly report to you that I have never treated him badly. In fact, I'm a very loving and affectionate person. Actually, first grade boys tend not to like that much, but I guarantee you it's a good quality. So I have a 100% in the category of boyfriendship right now.
Second, I think it's obvious that I'll drive myself crazy without him. Yes, yes, I know, people have done crazier things for love than sit and mope all day. But, I'm cooler than them.
Another thing is that we're a good match. Intellectually, physically (minds OUT of the gutter, Fates, darlings!), emotionally, and I think we could be one romantically, if only given the chance. Don't you want to find out? I would if I were you. I mean, now that I put the idea in your heads, how could you possibly let the concept go unresolved?
He's everything I've ever looked for; I hadn't even dared to hope someone like that existed: Intellegent, loving, funny, cute, quirky...he's even pretty damned mature, for a high school boy. But alas, popular. And it's no mystery why. But it'd be nice if he wasn't. Hey, I've never fallen for the popular type before! So I think this should be my chance.
Not only is he everything I want, I could be pretty good for him too. I'd love nothing more than to sit and talk with him for hours. I'd take care of him if he got sick, and give him a hug when he was sad. Or when he was happy. Or when the sky was falling. Or when he lost an eyelash. Whatever works.
Plus! If I get him, there's virtually no chance that I'll go crazy and say, decide to go suicide bomb the White House. *Ahem* Just kidding, to you creepy government officials who I'm sure are going through the Fates' mail and reading my letter to them. (Fates, read: not really). So I think in the interest of everyone's saftey, I should be allowed to have him.
And if things between us don't work out? Not a problem! I'll gladly give him back and things between us will be just fine and dandy after I rip your eyeballs out of their sockets, barbaque them, and give them to my fishies, and then reclaim what's rightfully mine.
So think about it! Those, I believe, are all great reasons concerning why I should be allowed to marry Michael.
First of all, I have a perfect track reccord. Granted, if the system worked like credit, I'm not sure I'd be able to say that. But the one boyfriend I've had, in first grade, would gladly report to you that I have never treated him badly. In fact, I'm a very loving and affectionate person. Actually, first grade boys tend not to like that much, but I guarantee you it's a good quality. So I have a 100% in the category of boyfriendship right now.
Second, I think it's obvious that I'll drive myself crazy without him. Yes, yes, I know, people have done crazier things for love than sit and mope all day. But, I'm cooler than them.
Another thing is that we're a good match. Intellectually, physically (minds OUT of the gutter, Fates, darlings!), emotionally, and I think we could be one romantically, if only given the chance. Don't you want to find out? I would if I were you. I mean, now that I put the idea in your heads, how could you possibly let the concept go unresolved?
He's everything I've ever looked for; I hadn't even dared to hope someone like that existed: Intellegent, loving, funny, cute, quirky...he's even pretty damned mature, for a high school boy. But alas, popular. And it's no mystery why. But it'd be nice if he wasn't. Hey, I've never fallen for the popular type before! So I think this should be my chance.
Not only is he everything I want, I could be pretty good for him too. I'd love nothing more than to sit and talk with him for hours. I'd take care of him if he got sick, and give him a hug when he was sad. Or when he was happy. Or when the sky was falling. Or when he lost an eyelash. Whatever works.
Plus! If I get him, there's virtually no chance that I'll go crazy and say, decide to go suicide bomb the White House. *Ahem* Just kidding, to you creepy government officials who I'm sure are going through the Fates' mail and reading my letter to them. (Fates, read: not really). So I think in the interest of everyone's saftey, I should be allowed to have him.
And if things between us don't work out? Not a problem! I'll gladly give him back and things between us will be just fine and dandy after I rip your eyeballs out of their sockets, barbaque them, and give them to my fishies, and then reclaim what's rightfully mine.
So think about it! Those, I believe, are all great reasons concerning why I should be allowed to marry Michael.