Brains, Brawn & Beauty

Dear Crush in High School.

I know that it's been what, four years since we parted on the stage. I was so proud to play at your graduation, even though I probably would never see you again. To hear your name being called as you walked across that stage, you took your diploma and after I saw you outside for a brief moment to call congratulations, you walked out of my life for the moment.

Oh sure, I heard about you in Yale and how you were doing so well, learning Latin of all things when you could be the next Marie Curie. Oh, did I say that out loud, my apologies. Just a slight slip. But, oh were you gorgeous. At that time in my head at least. I heard stories of how you snippy with your mother and sister and I didn't really want to believe (what girl wants to hear that thier crush really isn't that perfect?) and quite frankly ignrored them.

I would look for you at the parades, I knew that like me you would look for the band. The band is what really brought us together. Band, what interesting times. But boy could you play that trombone. But last year, when I congratulated you on Graduating from YALE you know what you did? Oh, no you didn't break my heart when you shot down a congratulations from graduating from a top school. You just made me realize something. Something very big.

You might have had the brains and the brawn, but honey...
I've got Brawn, Brains, and Beauty and I let everyone share it!
So Blow. On. That!

Sincerely...

~Me