Dear Stasi,

I wouldn’t expect you to agree to enjoying it but I’m going to do my best to make sure you do. Well if you don’t mind being seen with a goody-goody like me, I don’t mind being seen with a delinquent like you. Maybe I don’t want to hide anymore. Mostly they’re just worried. I’m really not too worried.

Perhaps you could work on making it look less like a triumphant smirk. I’m not someone you can triumph over. Swooning? I never said anything about swooning. I don’t swoon! Okay. Maybe just a little. Perhaps a little less horror and a little bit more of everything else.

Please don’t take offense. I have boundary issues and that’s my own issue to deal with. Trust me, if you go too far I won’t be able to control my punches. You will most definitely be punched. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.

It will definitely prove to be an interesting challenge. I hope we find a way to continue our honest correspondence. I will miss it if we don’t. For this to continue though you need to take a few breaks from kissing me to actually talk to me. Your letters have surprisingly brightened my summer at times. Mostly questions about whether or not my feelings for you were valid. You know. Just... questions. About you.

Yours,
Sunny