I want to love you. Truly, I do.
Like the cute guy who rescues kittens, knits with grannies and knows just how to tell me my butt looks big while simultaneously boosting my self-esteem … I love the concept of you, but in some ways I fear you might be a unicorn.
I admit, you scared me a bit during our first date. I’m the small town girl, you’re the big city boy who pulled up in your fancy car full of cork boards, notecards and binders and I just felt like I couldn’t live up.
So, I ignored your calls and went back to what I knew, what was safe. Boring and, well a little, dumb, but I knew what to expect from Microsoft Word.
I don’t know, maybe Word is breaking up with me. I’ll tell you this, if he loses any of my current novel, I’m not afraid to turn into a Carrie Underwood song.
Before we come to that, I think maybe it’s time for us to try this again. I can take some lessons, let you lead me into organization and (*gasp*) plotting.
I feel ready this time. I’m more mature, and, I think maybe I’m ready for us to go steady. Now don’t get too excited, you still have to woo me (Can you write for me? Because if you can, I’ll totally have your baby), but I think if you’re willing to give me a second try, I’m in.