Dear June,
Sometimes I think you are waiting for me to ask you out. I think you have thought about kissing me and letting things go a little bit further too.
I think you want it and aren't sure how to make it happen or if you can.
Maybe I am right. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe we ought to test it out in and in the name of science let our lips learn if memory is accurate or history.
C'mon shy girl.
