Though this is probably pointless, I am doing it anyways. I saw you tonight at the Lost Gallery and I don’t know why but I can’t stop thinking about you. Maybe it is because you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen or it’s the fact that you like Lost, it’s probably both. And though we only exchanged a few words that night I felt a connection.
You pulled up in a Taxi with a friend. You were on the VIP list and got in before me, and while all the other Losties booed at you cutting, my jaw dropped at the sight of you. When I finally got together enough courage to talk to you, I came up to you to try and start a conversation and you hit me with a fastball and asked “where’d you get that nametag?” My heart started beating and my hand started to shake and I answered your question and left. After getting in my car I decided what the hell, I am never going to see this person again, I might as well go try. But the usher wouldn’t let me back in. I don’t want you to think I am some big pussy guy who cant talk to girls, its just I’ve never been good with girls and the one girl I ever let into my life pretty much destroyed me. Well anyways if you read this, and haven’t been scared off, please reply. I’m a sweet guy and only have love to give, and have only dreamed of having someone like you to share it with.