Michael's rejection

Dear Michael
No one will ever love you. You, in fact, make me sick. My tender juicy deliciousness is too good for you. You deserve nothing better than a McDouble without cheese. Without cheese. You left me in Dallas all alone. I'm here while you're in Cincinnati enjoying cheap drive through burgers. I hope you enjoy your cheap thrills while they last, because you'll miss me when the thrill wears off. I hope your short, stalky body becomes fat and tubby. Maybe you'll have a cardiac episode at a young age and die.

My Love

Dear Secret Love,
I love you. I love your sparkling personality, stunning good looks, and masculine physique. I even love your large head and physically disabled shoulder. Your blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight like crystals. I don't even care about your twisted past that's filled with angry outbursts involving throwing furniture into school pools. I know your cruel words and actions are your way of showing your feelings for me. You are my night and day. I'll be your sling, baby.