Dear Anna Lisa Kristina,
Yeah. I guess I understand where you’re coming from. So how would a “normal” guy do this? Ask your mom for permission? Should I wear a suit? Bring some flowers? Some chocolate? A teddy bear or something?
Sorry again. I’m not too good at this kind of stuff.
I gotta let you know, though, Kris. I think you are very beautiful. And I don’t go around saying that to anyone. Because honestly, there are a lot of ugly people out there. People who kick other people around just to see how much they can hurt someone. It’s really sad. We’re surrounded by this ugliness.
But you, my God, you. You’re nothing like that. You’re nice. And honestly nice!
you know how we first met? We were all at Christine’s house. You were at the kitchen table with your father. I was walking through to get myself a soda. you had a glass filled with water. You were holding a packet of sugar. I stopped and watched. You opened the packet, dropped a cascade of sugar into the glass of water. You smiled a big, genuine, child-like smile. you poked your dad and said, “Bubbles.”
A weird thing happened to me. My heart felt happy. I don’t think I know why really. this feeling of calmness came over me. The tension that always coats me disappeared. I felt good.
Bubbles.
Who knew?
You are nice. You are sweet. You are beautiful. In every sense of the word. I want to know if I’m right or not.
So what do you say, Kris? Should I give your mom a call? What’s your favorite flower? What kind of chocolates do you like? And I’ll wear a suit. But will it be okay if I wear sneakers?
Sincerely,
Xavier De Los Santos
