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.