we were seventeen again

we were seventeen again.

giggly and goofy, too late at night.  i haven't felt so seventeen in years. perhaps since i was seventeen.

my roommates and i, did in fact, write love letters. leafing through dozens of magazines, we tore and trimmed funny sayings and neat letters; somehow our odd conglomeration of words found glue in the late hour to not only stick to plain 8x11 paper but mesh together with some sore of sensibility.
fits of giggles of what we were doing frequently escaped, most hysterically when we puckered our lips to lure the boys with an imprint of a kiss in bold red.  perhaps that will encourage them to be bold. we cut and pasted with intention for our ward crushes (some more serious than others-- my attraction and baby crush is merely to his adorable shyness and incredible kindness). 

the TOP SECRET packages have yet to be delivered.  thursday is the proposed day for sneaking-- around 3 a.m., decked out to camouflage into the midnight ambiance, we'll tape the scrolls of fabulousness to the respective doors.  i only wish i could see their reactions.  i pray we won't be questioned by them directly. because i may just have a fit of seventeen giggles overpower me and the culprit will be made known through my guilty blushing.

one is quite brilliant. i shall share my less-brilliant but still grand love letter.  i find it charming.  i hope he might find it endearing and flattering.  maybe he'll take the hint, and search the depths of our complex for "mystery girl".

Translation: 
Dear __________,
SMART fine man wiTH the perfect personality.
I have A simple novel idea.Can you imagine the magic?
Our capacity to become more?
It''s only natural to want to ASK me OuT.
Come, ROCK the opportunities.
Happily Ever After Starts Here.
      XOXO
     Mystery girl

"if i was seventeen i could find it in a dream

a dime a dozen kind of love

i could find it i could find it" - ingrid-

i'll let you know how the top secret mission goes.