A Love Letter to Supernatural
Dear Supernatural,
You know I was attracted to you from the moment we met. Let’s face it you’re pretty hot - what with the pretty boys and the muscle car and the bitchin’ camera work and the rocking sound track - and you seemed like a show that liked to party.
It was just going to be a bit of a romp. I hadn’t really been in a serious relationship since Buffy - well except for that tragically brief affair with Firefly- and I wasn’t looking for anything more. (Although I should've been wary coz sometimes, in a certain light, you looked like my ex the X-Files.)
I wanted something that I could get excited about, that would get me wet with anticipation each week and show me a good time. You did the trick, but you were just one of a few shows that I was playing with.
But I found that I was starting to care about you. I couldn’t help myself. I was thinking about you more and more. The other shows seemed like cheap toys in comparison. You were becoming important to me, touching me. I wanted to know what made you tick, what moved you and made you.
And then you upped the ante. You started doing things to me I didn’t expect - making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. How do you know me so well? Know exactly what to do to take me over that raggedy edge ?
After last night you left me no option but to say it. I love you. I’m yours. Anytime, anywhere.Yours.
The intensity of what you make me feel thrills me. And scares me more than a little.
Whatever happens from here, know that you own me, heart and soul,
MissyJack.
PS you can wear that SWAT outfit again anytime babe.
PPS See you in Nashville in June.