Dear mister lettuce

Dear mister lettuce,

I was silly to have fallen for you. But I know it couldn’t have happened any other way. Even if the entire episode repeats itself, with me still possessing the knowledge of you as I do right now, nothing will change. I will still fall; head-first, foolishly, mindlessly.

How else would I understand when they tell me about the skipping of a heartbeat, the uncontrollable gushes when that particular object of adoration draws near? How else would I have known that something supposedly so wonderful and sweet can make a heart weep, night after night?

You’re a big, big flirt.

You’re my first crush. What a sad, painful one. Now I know why they call infatuations ‘crushes’. You literally get crushed.

Or maybe it had been my imagination all along and you didn’t mean anything at all. Maybe because I’m a girl in a boys’ school, that’s just how you treat all of us. So, I’ m just another girl, the same way in which you asked me if you’re just another one of those boys. I said no, why didn’t you believe me?

Love, munching

(P.S. I miss you terribly. Hopefully this will fade, with each passing day.)