Straight to the bank.

Dear Bank Teller,

I’ve thought of many ways to tell you that I love you but none of them seem like enough.

You are beautiful in every way humanly possible and every time I see you my heart skips a beat. I shouldn’t tell you this.

I want you to have my children but as your second finger from the pinky on your left hand is telling, you probably already have someone else’s.

I can almost guarantee that ours would be better looking but again, this is just another thing I shouldn’t tell you.

I want to tell you every thing. I want to share with you every thought I’ve ever had.

I know you would listen.You are a great listener. This is ironic because your job description is Teller.

I think you like me because whenever I tell you a story most people would be bored with, you smile and nod and I want to tell you have a perfect smile.

I shouldn’t tell you this either. I want to tell you a lot of things that I shouldn’t.

I don’t tell you because I don’t want to be rejected by you.

I also just really don’t want to have to switch banks.




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