I went to the liberty of picking out some of the more acceptable entries.
Red-haired boy in the supermarket, You’re my favorite. i like that you stock the milk aisle. i like that you look at me a little when i pretend to deliberate between 2% and skimmed. I like your hands. i sometimes pretend we’re married. and i kiss you when you’re off to work, to stock the milk. Alright.
— Green-eyed girl in the supermarket
Lady, I know i told you that you’re not my type, but it turns out you’re exactly it. please get your ish together soon; i’m just trying to buy you waffles.
jb, Yesterday, we shared a cab with two others. we sat next to each other. we didn’t speak (much). but skin touching skin, your knee resting against mine, the whole time i didn’t look at you, i was thinking to myself that i would like to feel this comfortable, every day.