Secret Admirer

Dear John,

I'm trying to play it cool, but what I really want to say- edit: shout from the rooftops- is that I think about you constantly. Seriously, all of the time! Not in a creepy way. Like when I see couples holding hands walking down the street. Or when 'Pale Blue Eyes' plays on my ipod. Or when I look out the window and watch two birds fluttering by each other. When I get dressed in the morning. When I get ready for bed. At dinner with my friends. On the bus. In the record shop. Right now.