Dear Heart:

You make me blush, the way you write about me, and I have to admit, you make me gloat, I mean you give me the big head. I’m glad that you appreciate me so much. But the thing is, I’m just an aspect of your imagination. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have no existence. Really, when it gets right down to it, I exist in your mind, and in your heart. And I love your heart. I mean I love being here. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.

I have to admit it’s hard for me to believe that you’re so crazy about me. Even though you know I’m not perfect, and do things that you don’t really like. Like my mouth for instance. I know I cuss too much. But at least I don’t smoke barb or make sh_t bombs anymore. I mean I’m trying to grow up a little bit, but you already know that.

I know you have big dreams for me. You see your book being published, and you see me on the covers of magazines. You see me being on the same level and perhaps even bigger than all of the "boy bands", "the white boy groups" is what you call them. And the movie. You just know there’s going to be a movie about me right? At least that’s your dream for me. And I promise I’m going to do all these things for you. All these things to please you, to make you happy. At least I’ll try my best. From the bottom of my heart.

Love always,

Your Angel