Dear Boys...

So I follow this hilarious blog, thanks to my sister, and every week she does a blog post called dear boys... She writes little notes to boys she meets or whatever and I love it. This week she did a blast from the past and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. You can check out her blog here.

Dear Mcgruff house,
Playing kissing tag with you was the best, even though that creeper kid kind of ruined it sometimes. I still drive past your yellow house sometimes and remember you even though I know you moved. You also taught me how to spell "tomorrow." First grade was good.
Love, young love

Dear Drummer,
Fifth grade was a good move. You were the most popular boy, in Sixth grade. Yeah, Older men. Then you went to Jr. High and we dated through my sister. You gave her roses for Valentines Day to give to me. I didn't want my mom to see so I hid them in my closet. They died.
Love, Too Tall for You

Dear Beardy,
Remember when you were in 6th grade and had a full grown beard and it freaked me out. You would always pick me up and I hated it. You were the first boy I brought over to my house to "hang out." One plus about you was that you were tall. But I had a secret crush on your friend, Tall dark and handsome.
Love, Glad I moved

Dear Tall, Dark and Handsome,
You really weren't that tall or handsome now that I look back on it. You really were pretty trashy. Whatever.
Love, Moved on.

Dear Cry Baby
You were my first crush in Junior High. I thought you were the top of the tops. Then I found out we had the same birthday and I thought it had to be meant to be. I was partly right... Then you turned out to be a baby and cried more in a week then I had in my life.
Love, Not impressed

Dear Great Hair,
You still have great hair, not to mention body and oh wait... girlfriend. You two are made for each other. I was a little bitter that it couldn't be me but I like you two. Plus I only hung out with you once. Now Britt thinks you look like Quinton..
Love, Was Never Going to Work

Dear Goalie,
Oh man, when you and I "dated" I thought I was the coolest thing in school. (Being Jasmine helped too) We were made for each other. Obviously. I even snuck out of my house for you. We cuddled during The Bee Movie, but I wouldn't kiss you. We texted a lot. Even said those 3 little words.  Then you dumped me the night before I had to draw South America. I failed that test. I was a little heart broken and it took me a while to forget about you. Demi Lovato and drive- bys helped. But turns out I only liked the idea of you. Now you have a way smokin' hot girlfriend and I'd so much rather date her then you.
Love, Glad that is Over

Dear Mushroom-Bucket head,
We were cute... and desperate. Our notes were cute to each other. Even when you wrote me the ten things you liked about me. That only included 7 things, one being, "Jessa does hate you." That made me feel good? We never did watch The Ring. But when I hear I Wanna Hold Your Hand, I think of you. And If We Were A Movie...
Love, I don't regret it never working

Dear Simba-
Holy crap. I had a crush on you ever since Youth Conference when I was 12, where we shared our first dance. You were hot. And my wardie, so I got to see you dressed up every week. Yum. You were older and a soccer boy. Then you found out I was still VL at 16 so you decided to take that from me. You rape kissed me before your dad came inside. Then he made me stay for dinner. It got weird after that and I think you just wanted to sext me. Oh wait...
Love, Never again.

Dear Dramatic,
We had our ups and downs. I wanted to date you so bad in 7th grade. I loved going to art everyday to see you. Then you swapped gum with that slut on New Years Eve. I was jealous. Turns out I shouldn't have been. Prom was fun in High school. Dating you was.. an experience but the consequences lasted longer than the relationship.
Love, We'll stay Friends.

Dear Ripped and Tall,
It's a good thing you look "manly" because you are more of a girl than I am. You changed Jr Highs to come to school with me then I dumped you for Goalie. I didn't feel bad. You stopped eating and went senile. I was not impressed. You are a baby. You also wrote me tons of long, love notes. With Shania Twain Lyrics.
Love, Creeped out

Dear Pretty Boy,
Oh man. I had the BIGGEST crush on you in High School. You were gorgeous. We never met, until the last day of high school in the Library. I was too embarrassed/nervous to talk. I still stalk you sometimes. Your sister is too pretty though. I can't do that.
Love, Not a Supermodel

Dear Boyfriend,
Remember when we met in 7th grade and you thought you were too cool for me? I should have learned something from that. Like, 8 years from now, he'll still think he is the best. But that is because you are. I love that we have the same birthday and that we have been best friends since then. I also love how many dramatic falling outs we've had. Those were fun. We are fun. 
Love, I love you