July 14, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’ll try my best.
Stranger stranger stranger. My favourite stranger would be the Golf Instructor but he is no match to my Perfect stranger.
To: My perfect stranger
I used to see you in the train when I am on the way to school. We go to the same school by the way. You are tall, big like a boulder and you always without fail wear a dark blue jacket no matter how crazy the weather is.
All I want to say is. HI THERE SCHOOL MATE! let’s stop being strangers! let’s be friends!